Re: WILD WEST -- Unicorn

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 14:18:49 07/27/07 Fri
Author: Raphaela (Talented!)
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 79.73.254.227
Subject: Re: WILD WEST
In reply to: Zig Zag 's message, "WILD WEST" on 13:46:56 03/11/07 Sun

Excellent narrative, historical tale with a clever use of rhythm and rhyme that smoothly guides you reader through from beginning to end. Much enjoyed

>Swirling clouds of red dust, making whirlpools in the
>air
>stomping like thunder as the Longhorns stampede
>drovers heckle, harass and cajole the two thousand
>steer
>natives astride mustangs from every tribe and creed
>
>Watching and waiting, they see their hunting grounds
>raped and stolen
>lands of the Gods gives way to pans of silver and gold
>myths and legends abound from trackers to frontiersmen
>white mans pursuit of fools bullion ends in death,
>foretold
>
>Cheyenne, Sioux, Apache and Blackfoot with dance of war
>vivid painted faces whoop and chant for power in battle
>Chieftans lodge's hear the cry and smoke begins to soar
>Custer and his Bluecoats ride on towards death's knell
>
>High on the plains at a place called Little Big Horn
>the valiant Seventh fight toe to toe in a final stand
>one by one they fell, till only Yellow Hair stood
>forlorn
>shot and torn he died there on the blood red ground
>
>The war cries rand out loud and into the night
>but those that led knew the white man would return
>time to move and drive them hard, far from sight
>for the next time their village's will burn, burn, burn
>
>Following their ancient trails to where the buffalo
>graze
>seeking the lands of their ancestors to live and die
>in peace
>looking forward as they go, thinking back to the old
>days
>when hunting was free and plenty, for the summer feast
>
>A valley called Wounded Knee was the place to gather
>under the warm sun
>many tribes came to lick their wounds and sit in
>counsel
>Young braves urging to fight, wise men fighting for
>reason
>while they argued the Bluecoats prepared to unleash
>hell
>
>Early morning when all was quiet, save for the bark of
>a dog
>sabres' and bugles sang out as the chestnut stallions
>sought out their quarry
>all was lost in a moment, as the smoking guns left a
>deathly fog
>not a warrior, squaw or child survived the soldiers
>fury
>
>Haunted, lost and wandering, lamenting their un-dead
>spirits with nowhere to hide
>when the smoke of battle has cleared, a morbid dirge
>could be heard
>the great White Chief's power had smothered a nation
>and stolen it's pride
>the hunting grounds were left silent, nothing to be
>said, not a single word

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Re: WILD WEST -- AAAGGGSSS, 06:59:53 08/12/07 Sun