It was nearly dawn On old Picacho Peak The day would be hot Their future looked bleak Seventy-five Pinal Apaches Hiding out from the Cavalry Shots rang out in the canyon They now had nowhere to flee Soon, fifty of these Apaches Lie dead, on the canyon floor Sorrow, among those remaining Soon, there would be many more The twenty-five remaining Apaches Decided to die, leaping over the ledge Now, only silence in the red rock canyon Now, all seventy-five hunted Apaches, dead Soon, the wives and lovers of these dead warriors Gathered at the base of the cliff, to mourn their dead They wept and they wept, for at least a month’s time Here, their lovers had been lost, filling them with dread Their many losses had been so great, and their tears so sincere The Great Father looked down on these women, now all alone And quickly deciding that their tragedy should be remembered As an everlasting reminder to all, He turned their tears, to stone Today, these black obsidian stones are treasured by many women It is said that whoever possesses them, shall never shed tears, again On each of my Apache spouse’s birthdays, since we’ve been married I give her a few of these stones, in hopes that her happiness, never ends
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 19:45:59 +0000
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