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| A Never Ending Battle by � eaglespirits02 The man held his young Great Grandson in his lap As they watched a storm that was beginning to take its form It brought memories of when the man was just a young boy Sitting next to his Great Grandfather As they too watched a storm appear in the sky The words of his Great Grandfather brings much worry to his old heart A worry that comes riding in with each storm The old man's Great Grandfather had looked sadly into the sky that stormy day These words he shared with worry in his old voice�. The Red man and the white man have been enemies forever now Both Tribes fought against each other Only to have their lives taken They still fight in wars and die They go to their own places in the sky much like here Own soil, own air and their own Creator They continue where they left off here Fighting a never ending battle The storms in the sky are the Tribes at battle So, be prepared my little one You'll be a fighting Warrior forever�. Those words confuses the old man The two Tribes live in peace today No more blood shed No more battles between them But the storms, the never ending battle goes on in the sky He never wants to die so he won't be fighting for eternity He'd rather have his soul stay with his body so he can rest in peace He'd rather his Great Grandson read about his Ancestors in history books Not have to live the past when he dies someday A fear that gets stronger each time a storm takes form above his head And he wanders, will the battle ever end? Anne Leach |
