The Village

The Village A village lay hidden behind the fall Cloth pyramids dot the land and sprawl Across the rocky crag Where the grasshopper lag A female, long black hair Blowing in the wind, crouches there In the grass, filling baskets with a berry That grows all over the prairie All feel safe behind the falls Would an intruder enter Eagle calls Would be heard far and wide It is a peaceful place to hide Smoke rises up from cooking fires Children voices sound like angel choirs All is calm before the storm Then a massacre is born They came through the falls at a fast pace Everyone with painted face The village taken by surprise All heaven heard their mournful cries The earth soaks up the river red All the villagers now are dead Stillness sounds o'er the land All was in Creators hand Where was the eagle's warning cry? Their silence let the villagers die Creator called the eagles away And let the warriors the villagers slay All is silent behind the falls Not heard are the Eagle calls This story I told is true Just as I told it to you. Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)