The Chief

by James Ray Scott

Rattle my cage
as you may
my mind tends
to wander.

I sit out
beyond this hill
to catch the
rain an thunder.

Colors of war
painted on my face
mountains of feathers
in which to embrace.

I leave this world
in a trance
romancing about red
leaders of past.

11-Jul-2004

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