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 THE PALE ONE
The warrior saw a stranger
with skin so fair and pale,
That he is not one of our people
so easily all could tell.
Where could this stranger have come from
what would the pale one seek,
In the hallowed land of our ancestors
from the mighty mountain to the smallest creek?
Should the warrior confront him
and demand of him his retreat,
Or welcome him to his village and
give him lodging and food to eat?
The decision troubles him greatly
it weighs heavily on his mind,
For his heart is secretly afraid afraid of what it will find.
For change can be upsetting
it can upset the balance he knows,
But maybe the stranger can help us new things to us he may show.
So the warrior asks the Great Spirit to guide him through the decision he must make,
For it is no small matter
the welfare of his people is at stake.
JRS © 1-6-00
The "Okie" Poet
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