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BLACK BANK'S WARRIOR Bonny Nielson Dahlsrud Sallna, Utah Non-Professional Division First Place Poetry Proud and tall, his cheekbones smeared with death paint, He waits upon a stolen horse for white men. Fatigued from riding, he's wounded, weak, and faint But listens and waits with the strength of ten. His coal eyes squint, then blaze with hate. He flings His tomahawk hissing through morning sky. Hie war cry echoes, fresh blood flows and stings Flared nostrils. He watches his victin die then rides away on land he claims his own. His weathered bones, his savage blood need rest. He rides through dust, through night, through hell, alone. Braves cheer M" though a beaten Ban at best. He rips flesh, scalps a. man, but when he's done He cradles, rocks, and gently soothes his son. Source: This poem is consistent vith the tradition that Sanpitch Indians, after stealing a horse (along with acquiring a gun and blanket), were instantly Piute Indians. As respected Piutes, most of them were prized warriors of Chief Black Hawk himself. -101^ |
