~
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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