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 Little Sparrow and Lover's Trail
Little Sparrow listens closely
as his father recites the tale,
About the young warrior
that haunts lover’s trail.
White Dove was so beautiful
she made hearts beat so fast,
Each young warrior hoped
upon him her love would be cast.
But, she sent them away with
the sweep of her delicate hand,
She said there is none worthy
in all of my people’s land.
Then came a visit from a tribe
from far away,
White dove instantly knew
this would be her lucky day.
When she spied the young warrior
she said this one is for me,
He’s by far the most handsome
as anyone can see.
Little Sparrow leaned closer
so nothing he would miss,
Because, now at twelve summers
he was ready for this.
The son of the chief, Hunting Bear
was his name,
When he saw White Dove he was glad
that he came.
Each evening together
they walked the darkened trail,
While the other young warriors
of the village plotted how to make this union fail.
They decided to scare him to show
just how they felt,
But, they were so unprepared
for the fate they would be dealt.
They waited in the darkness
as the young couple came their way,
They were eager with anticipation
at how they would make Hunting Bear pay.
Hiding in the bushes until Hunting Bear was within reach,
One grabbed his ankle while
the others let out a terrible screech.
The young warrior was startled
yet, he turned to face his foe,
Whether it be man or demon
Hunting Bear did not know.
In a blink of an eye his knife
was in his hand,
But, the hand around his ankle
threw him heavily to the sand.
White Dove heard a groan
as Hunting Bear landed on his knife,
The weapon he had relied on
took the young warrior’s life.
Now every night the warrior’s
spirit searches for his love,
You can hear him on
the trail calling for White Dove.
Little Sparrow was saddened
after hearing the tragic tale,
Now he was in no hurry
to walk along Lover’s Trail.
He said he wasn't afraid
that it just wouldn't be right,
To interrupt a spirit’s search
on a dark and lonely night.
JRS © 3-13-03
The "Okie" Poet
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