A broken bow, where deer were slain
Conquered his home
Captured the land
Despairing native of the land
Still lives the soul that dwells within
Mighty worrior, red of skin
Braves on painted ponies,,ride the open skies
Their fearless out-cries silent
As endless they ride with bow in hand
Unshod hoofs kick dust clouds
in his spirit land
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In moccasins like down;
They paddled in their long canoes
Where blue waters are found
They pitched their tepees, high and dry
Beside the waterfalls,
And rode and played together
Where the rangy coyote calls
Swift as eagles, shy as deer
They hunted the forest glades,
And trod upon the grassy plains
Where white men never strayed
They rode like demons, fought as such
and loved as deep in spirit and heart
All praises placed in the hands of Mother earth
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