As Washington Conversed... Poem by Juan Olivarez

As Washington conversed with Sitting Bull,
My eyes strayed towards the west.
The wind blew fragrant, ever so cool,
And our dear Edgar, received a guest

So many men, in grandeur arrayed,
With eagles, horses, so many things,
Passed in review as in parade,
On the scented breezes Of spring.

And I just sat, with eyes held aloft,
Lost in my world Of dreams.
As all those Friends billowy and soft,
Passed endlessly, on the full moon's beams.

2/26/14 Alton Texas