Ralph E. Martin
Poem by Ralph E. Martin
The shadowy silken glance of the moon
Creeps in on yellow slippers secretly.
But for faint fickled cry of far-off loon
And some crickets chirping unceasingly
Wigwam's still as the moon man arises,
Golden autumn captured in maiden's arms.
Dumbly in stark anger Brave despises
Moonbeams bestirring the blood of her charms
By dancing on her lips and touching breast
In a burlesque of his jealous protest.
Feathers and snake oil decorate her hair
Though moonlight subdues effect of array
While phantoms of Indians dance on air
Waving tomahawks in fiery soiree
And she with lover walk Iroquois trail
Over scalped Yankees and deep buried gold.
Her name's Dark Pony and He's Tall Tall Quail
And their genes forming souls grow in one mold.
Then troops confiscate arms to discipline
And one more way of life goes with the wind.
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