Red Poem by Mountain Man

A tribe called 'Red'
Red moon, red sunsets
of a tribe unknown.
Red roses, violets 7 red lips
on the horizons.
Red mustangs cruising by a lover's delight.
Full moon, full of grace.
A memory of a beautiful lady,
old in her years.
As the wisdom comes forth.
Love, an embrace by the statue of Libby.
Dream when things were simplier.
A child's wish to come true.
True love shines forever standing
into the
dreams of every person.