Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame

A WARRIOR SILENTLY CALLS TO HER

Birds of the evening hour whisper
In and out of majestic oak treetops
While moon peeks through them
Like a natural setting of real props

A Warrior stands still; motionless
Thick, black hair blowing in the wind
Silently calling his maiden of long ago
A heavy heart; a loss; a loving friend

Shadowy outlines dance on land
Faded encampments of tepees
Outlining the banks of the Washita
Distant laughter and mournful cries

She waited for his return from afar
Kept his lodge; his feathered lance
Safeguarded with loyalty and pride
As life continued with endurance

None she turned to another man
Deeply embedded love for him only
A sweet voice sings in his memory
Comforting him when he gets lonely