Dancing Bright Star
A Terrified Comanche Maiden traveled fast in the night,
As thunder roared and snarled---- gave warnings--- of a lightning strike.
Her horse whinnied in fear,
The molten heat was very near.
Her long black hair whipping in the torrid breeze,
Black eyes hoping she’d never see him, again-- she prayed—Oh Please!
A storm was coming fast and sure,
The heat of the night was too much to endure.
Heavy drops of rain fell in rapid force,
Big icy drops plummeted upon the maiden and her white horse.
Savage Hawk was the Evil Spirit of all time,
He killed her father---he committed that crime.
To claim her as his possession,
He roared with madness –instead of a confession.
Dancing Bright Star raced on into the stormy night,
She shivered with cold, as well as fright.
Evil she felt may be far or a short time away,
She kept on pushing her horse, until darkness turned to day.
A lightning flash showed her a cave through the pines on a hill,
Her horse needed water—and she needed her fill.
Slowing across to the stream she led Snowflake,
Stealthfully, she led her horse through the shallow lake.
Then into the hidden cave they fled,
She was a strong maiden—it had been said.
But on a grassy hill---sat a tired cowboy on his horse, not wanting to roam,
Weary from a day of riding on his range, his only interest was going home.
Was he curious, yes, to say the least?
But all he wanted was to take his tired body home for a feast.
But the lovely maiden had captured his attention,
Her beauty mesmerized him like an unknown force—maybe she was like ascension?
He could almost swear she was a rising star,
Who had fallen to earth from afar?
With a closer look still, panic was painted on her face,
He had to help her---it seemed to be his place.
His Morgan Chestnut was spirited and fast,
To arrive in a hurry---and would never be last.
The rugged good-looking cowboy pulled his hat down and rode,
His Morgan barely felt tracks—he was in a flying mode.
A Cowboy Love Song
Behind him he felt someone coming closer, and closer for the kill,
But his horse was way ahead-----and in minutes the cowboy and horse stood on the hill.
From the shadows behind the cowboy, a tomahawk whizzed by his head,
As Dancing Bright Star’s arrow went through Savage Hawk’s heart—he was dead.
Now this story is not mine to finish,
Nor, will time diminish.
The love of the cowboy and Dancing Bright Star,
Is still told around the campfires at night,
It is weaved with the silver of the mornings light,
And wrapped with the gold of the moon at night.
A perfect gift is an emotion called love,
Always known and shared with the Angels up above.
God Bless the People of Our Earth.
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter