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 Little Sparrow on the Warpath
Little Sparrow is very excited
as he rises with the morning sun,
Another night of warrior’s stories
and he thinks he’s ready to become one.
With a few dabs of ashes for war paint Little Sparrow is ready to attack,
Courage he has in abundance
it’s decision making the little warrior lacks.
He spies his first "enemy"
cooking the morning meal,
He says, I’ll swoop down like an eagle, and their food for myself I’ll steal.
He creeps within striking distance
and then a war cry fills the air,
The "enemy" is visibly startled and
now the food she has to wear.
Quickly Little Sparrow charges
in and plucks a handful of meat,
Just as the "enemy" stumbles
and heavily takes a seat.
With laughter filling his wake
away the little warrior does race,
Before his angry mother can
gain her feet and begin to give chase.
After finishing his stolen meal
he’s ready to attack once more,
With his bow and arrows in hand
there’s bound to be trouble in store.
He’s shooting at imaginary foes when one arrow goes a little bit wide,
It makes a perfect bull’s eye
in a freshly tanned buffalo hide.
He makes a hasty retreat
to vacate the scene of the crime,
He spots a straight
tall pine and immediately begins to climb.
He rests on a sturdy branch
to survey the village below,
To plan his next attack
so his warrior’s might he can show.
He spies the tethered ponies
a mounted attack he says it will be,
I’ll ride in like the wind
only my dust they’ll be able to see.
With the stealth of Brother Wolf
he creeps to a pony his size,
Little Sparrow just doesn’t realize
his plan is not very wise.
Little Sparrow swings up to mount
but the pony thinks no way,
He jumps and kicks the air
how Little Sparrow is going to pay.
The pony was very determined to
shake loose the warrior to be,
Little Sparrow has already decided of the wild pony he wanted to be free.
They raced through the middle of the village
the commotion caused everyone to stare,
Everyone started to laugh when Little Sparrow went flying
through the air.
He landed with a heavy thump
the world was spinning around,
Even though he hurt all over
he was glad to be back on the ground.
His father looked him over
and said he would be ok,
But the punishment for all his mischief, now he would have to pay.
JRS © 12-6-01
The "Okie" Poet
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