His young mother, White Dawn,
Had prayed for his birth
This son of Fallen Eagle
Child of Mother Earth
In the tipi's faint warmth
With a child at her breast
She lovingly nursed him
Then laid him to rest
With a thunder of hooves
The cavalry rode in
Rousing mother and child
With it's fearful din
With her body as a shield
For her first born son
She quickly turned away
From a trooper's gun
First stumbling, then crawling
On the new fallen snow
White Dawn reached a gully
Where she crouched down low
She stilled her breathing
A trooper rode by,
But the startled baby
Let out a sharp cry
White Dawn touched her infant
Uttering no sound,
A second bullet struck,
She fell to the ground.
Soon Fallen Eagle's cries
Filled the evening sky
To avenge their deaths
The bluecoats must die
At secluded cabins,
Or a wagon train,
He'd strike swiftly, then ride
To strike once again
He always spared mothers,
Yet he took their sons,
And every white soldier
Fell under his gun.
Author Unknown
From an Elder to Tsoka