The plane pain is in the moment passing

and the joyful laughter which grates

even sunlight can carry an annoyance factor

and my father, a grey resistance worker


I tumbled the ‘Redskin Falls’ ashamed

of what ‘we’ had done with a blockade

and a night to remember at ‘Bighorn’

so many were lying reeking in the hot sun


By the sweet Pelleneous smiling in the dark night

which lit fires and helped men of war to dream

so much won would trickle through their hands

return to deserts of trial in the morning


O’ Pelleneous sweet peace distilling

O’ caravan and round the hawk who flies

the morning skies and the grey craggy mountain

sights clear around the sound of a crying wind


Mother bear is laid out in the sun

while down in the raw valley, hairs skip

a green lizard cool on the bleached stones

yet the trample of hoof is the iron fist


Darius had two white horses

was always one for the moment

he’d fly if that was the choice of dragons

caught with two shots to the chest


O’ Darius life is past its best

with fourteen thousand renegades

arrows marked so cold and bloody

eagles visit the moon on the red river


The bleeding heart is won

two naked lovers who swam together

O’ Pelleneous never met the boy

or taught the man enough to care


At home in Brighorn County

two plump geese grazing corn

white children of both the lost and lonely

the jack nipped at the youngers finger


The rivers swell now washing umber

Indian maids tear-stained gaze

O’ Pelleneous your beauty scarred

you met the masters thunder.


 written byedenbray06.04.2012

Today at the site of the battle of The Little Bighorn




About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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1 Response to REMEMBERIN… LUCY! …

  1. edenbray says:

    edenbraysays – gettin’ to the end of these BALADIN’S DREAMS
    – Be sorry to see him go – BALADIN is wisdom and experience amidst the real stuff of life ~ I would love to write the TALE of BALADIN and what a tale it would be – An OMNIBUS of life so rich – a mythical tale – not pure, not perfect, how much did he dream and how much did he live we will never know … I think BALADIN is my Forest Gump !

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