Fields of Fire.

Open fields of land no end,

Freedom abound to the west. To the west!

To settle down, To brave the best.

To claim a piece of land. A fortress.

Open carriages under cornflower skies,

Streaming behind a trail mile high.

She left the town and never looked behind

To seek her life while she was in her prime.

She joined her father without a care.

And got three men killed,

Until He came to rescue her.

Broad and aloof aside a ride,

A white gelding with obsidian eyes.

Hair to shoulder, black as night,

A feather of an eagle braided and tied.

A Mighty Brave, with a breechcloth tight,

And skin turned bronze under the blazing skies.

He brought her to her father –

Unpleased by his daughter’s calamity.

He gave her a house in a town, far out.

To keep her safe, out of sight. Just out.

The Bold Brave Indian, Saw her angry frown,

His eyes grew more speculative,

With her fierce beauty unbound.

Her father left her to the cruelties of war,

Between the Apaches who would do them harm,

And the soldiers who came to take over the pound.

The fine-looking brave, half Indian half white,

With no place to go but a wickiup in his tribe.

His band rode into the campsite in a great big cloud

To extend their arms. To defend the crowd.

To prove to the uniforms not all Apaches

Are cut from the same cloth as the baddies,

That raid and maim and pillage for gain.

Day in day out, she was blooming - breathtaking

Grasping his gentleness, and holding onto silent greetings.

Night time meetings, and sacred feelings,

All built up to an extraordinary completeness.

In a war for the best, the will of man - tested.

White men fought to claim in their name – great fame

To vacate the Indians to make them feel displaced.

Bloodbath and death, peace pipes and treaties

A long war that left people in pieces.

As a skirmish broke out, she was scooped up aloft,

And he rode away to his people up the creek

They found peace by their own little stream,

She wore buckskin and moccasins, and gathered peat,

To keep their winter fires, and entrap the heat.

While he hunted buffalo and antelope, and drank off his mead.

Together they discovered an abiding love.

Over years of affection a legacy was born.