Our Littlest Warrior


	OUR LITTLEST WARRIOR Oh, mighty Great Spirit once I was happy and glad, Then you took my littlest warrior and left my heart heavy and sad. I ask you Great Spirit why you teased us with our littlest one, Then took him home with you to the Land of The Happy Sun? We had many trails on which to ride with clear pure streams to drink our fill, Help us, Oh Great Spirit, to understand this was your will. You took him from our arms but in our hearts he will always be, The littlest of our warriors the one I barely got to see. JRS © 3-1-02 The "Okie" Poet Questions or Comments All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved