(20 minute poetry)
Peace letters to Cochise
forked trails
forked tongues
watch the arrows come
bullets from the gun
the ink ran dry
as the dead passed by
and again
peace letters to Cochise.
In the happy hunting ground
buffalo run
like water off a duck's back,
we all make fun of that uniform
the cavalry find it funny too
wonders will never cease
peace letters to Cochise.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Peace letters to Cochise
forked trails
forked tongues
watch the arrows come
bullets from the gun
the ink ran dry
as the dead passed by
and again
peace letters to Cochise.
In the happy hunting ground
buffalo run
like water off a duck's back,
we all make fun of that uniform
the cavalry find it funny too
wonders will never cease
peace letters to Cochise.
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