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| Indian Summer
The spring breeze began the beautiful grasses blow An Indian girl named Summer looks out o’er the land she knows Her Indian bronze color was a sight to see The warrior that won her hand would oh so lucky be Any of the young men would have loved to hold her near But the heart of the Indian maiden was set far away from here Summer longed for a glimpse in the distant hills above For a young and handsome cowboy and a sweet forbidden love The white man and the Indians were very much at war Her Indian tribe knew nothing of the one she’s longing for His auburn hair pulled together and tied close at the back Long and flowing as he rode from behind his hat Oh what a wonderful site that her eyes could behold The holster he wore on his side shown like the purest gold Summer loved what she saw and pondered it in her mind The love known only to her and God was the purest kind The silence was broken by gunshot and the terror began Spears and arrows mixed with shots would it ever end? When at last the smoke had cleared from behind a log she gazed So much pain and dying to this she was amazed Lying in an open field was a sight that caught her eye The black stallion had been brought down and she began to cry The auburn haired soldier was lying very still Summer the Indian maiden ran to him at will She knelt down beside him to determine his fate Just to touch him at last but was it all too late She raised his head and cradled him and cried Slowly oh so slowly he opened up his eyes No one was there to stop her and she poured out her heart Of how much she loved him and hoped they’d never part The soldier’s heart quickened he had always loved her too But he thought it was hopeless and his dreams would not come true They both arose with renewed strength and they walked hand in hand They would always be together no matter what people said They found a lone Palomino tethered up tight Together they rode away far into the night It may turn cold or damp and rain out on the prairie dark But it’ll always be Indian summer in that cowboy’s heart A love as theirs that lasts for a lifetime is of the rarest kind When Indian summer the Indian girl had a cowboy on her mind ~*© Raylene Boggs*~ 2003 |
