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)