Hellgate Treaty Poem by Louis Borgo

ike the Montana wind I am electrify wind among a carrier

Set one free heat of night glory of a town broken through a

Solid wood of

TONIGHT

Pressure there is none hope last the heat among village run

Include not delude a capture of a vision hereto to brilliant

It like eyes that shine after so long the glory venture the lights

EYES

That bright meant for distance what do eyes tell of a journey

I ask the old man he speak not tone but fling of cane

Hill hill it went want more then answer

Then the pounding of the house

And when he left the cane the winds

BLEW

And I took from mean a test had from


I might not be full blood

But thousand mile march I can see the strive

HOWL!

Tonight Eyes Blew Howl

What was the clue.