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| THIS COULD HAVE BEEN HER! |
I was wandering aimlessly
In the timber
When I heard your call.
Your friends answered,
And I shivered.
I was lost and afraid.
I had been warned not to go
Into the timber alone
But I did not listen
It had been three days
Since I'd left the trading post
And now I didn't think
I'd ever find it again.
As I stepped around a large pine tree
You came out of the brush
And stood before me.
I tried to move
But atavastic fear held me still.
As I stood there looking into your eyes
It seemed that you tried to speak
But could not.
When your friends appeared
And advanced threateningly
You warned them back.
You turned and walked off,
Stopped and looked back
AS if to say, "Are you coming?"
I followed you and your friends
Until early dawn
Whyen we stopped at the edge of a clearing.
Through the morning mist
I could see the trading post,
And I knew that here we would part.
As I neared the post
And saw the factor,
I turned and looked back.
Your friends were gone
But you were still there
Watching.
I waved,
You called out
Then turned and ran into the timber.
I stood there for a moment
Remembering the indian chief
That told me you were the Great Spirit.
Then the factor said,
"Those wolves get bolder everyday".
© Richard
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| ADIOS MI AMIGA! |
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