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 LAST JOURNEY
The old warrior mounts his pony
it's time for his final ride,
He wants to gaze upon his people’s land
from high on the mountainside.
He can see the winding river that starts at the snow-capped peak,
He smiles at the valley of the bear when as a youth his manhood he did seek.
Though it's been so many summers
the thrill is always there,
Of his arrow flying straight and true bringing his first meat to the village to share.
The memory is vividly fresh
of the plains far below,
Of a boys very first battle and
how quickly it made him grow.
Who can forget the joy of finding
a maiden so beautiful and sweet,
You know it was the Great Spirit
that brought her for you to keep.
Ancient land of his ancestors
now his children and grandchildren too,
The old warrior smiles and goes to sleep
his journey through life now is through.
JRS © 1-8-02
The "Okie" Poet
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