Chuccavou’s and Bouccavee’s round faces
were happy that day
The day with the old Cherokee
Stampeding that herd
in the buffalo place
that braced Yucca Flats and pines
With a creep then a cry
that started that drive
Was but a moment in Many Deer’s life
with summer and winters woven
into a peace brocade
that ended with the Red Man’s pride
neither vanquished nor vanished
Brave races always survive
In story’s a told
Like the eagle and crow
Flying over time…
Asta Dido
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