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Apache Tears ~
Pinal Apaches looked out
across a barren plain
bodies tired and hungry,
their hearts in pain
Not one single buffalo could
they see
How would they feed their
clan and family ...
Buffalos had been killed off
by the white man
All had become just a barren
waste land ...
Apaches started taking
rancher's cattle over time
So they were accused of a
cattle rustling crime
White soldiers followed the
cattle herd's tracks
and started making plans for
a sneak attack
They made their attack in
the early morning light
Fifty Apaches died in the
first fire fight
Apaches were outnumbered by
the white man
with no arrows left, they
could not make a stand
Many were badly wounded as
they fled
Running fast as their poor
hearts bled
With no where to run but a
towering cliff edge
Apaches were trapped there
on the cliff's ledge
Rather than suffer defeat by
the white man
Apache warriors would die by
their own hand ...
Their brave hearts did not
wait nor hesitate
As they bravely jumped to
meet their fate
Apache women stood with
gasped breath
Watching their men plunge to
their death
A voice whispered from the
sky ...
I should not have made those
cliffs so high
Great Spirit watched in
sorrow from the skies
as tears fell from the
Apache women's eyes ...
Forever remembered in our
history's past
these Apache Warriors were
among the last
Although those brave
Warriors are gone
In Apache hearts their
fighting spirit lives on ...
For a moon their women
barely slept
as their poor grieving
hearts wept ...
Great Spirit could see the
pain they bore
as their tears fell across
that canyon floor
He was so touched by tears
and grief so sincere
He made beautiful stones
from each sad tear
Great Spirit reached down a
kind hand
and created Obsidian stone
from sand
There's an old legend that's
still told ...
If an Apache tear stone is
yours to hold
Your heart's spirit will
never cry again
For the Apache women wept
for all our pain
Where Apache women so sadly
wept
a symbol of their sorrow is
yet kept
There all across that lone
canyon floor
In Obsidian stones, their
tears remain forevermore
Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
© 2004 used with permission
ThunderWolfLA@aol.com
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