The wagons moved into a circle
Indians were spotted on the prairie
The wagon master ordered everyone inside
They were determined not to turn and leave
As expected the war party approached
Their horses covering everything in sight
A feathered brave howled an order
Within seconds they initiated the fight
Fire arrows rained upon the wagons
Smoke and flames filled the air
The settlers responded with their rifles
But the onslaught was more than they could bear
Though scores of Indians fell to their deaths
Their archaic arrows soon took the day
In what seemed only some few minutes
They made it apparent the settlers couldn’t stay
With loud screams and shouts of victory
The Indians swarmed over the makeshift defense
Outnumbered by over a hundred to one
For the settlers to still fight made no sense
Yet the pioneers battled until they all fell
No woman or child spared from the attack
When it was over all the wagons were burnt
The victorious Indians left never looking back
Despite the destruction a child survived
Although an arrow had pierced his chest
When found he was nursed back to health
Provided some medical aid and a lot of rest
With such memories he grew to manhood
A skilled tracker he eventually became
Learning everything he could about Indians
He soon sought revenge in his father’s name
Yet before he could kill he fell in love
A young Indian soon became his wife
Through her he learned about humility
And gaining justice with words versus a knife
Needless to say he eventually met the killers
Finding them to be just like he was
He realized they acted to preserve their land
His ill-fated wagon had violated their laws
So it was that a lesson was learned
Though a lesser man wouldn’t have known
Revenge prevented because of listening
Into a wonderful man he had grown
Despite his help the Indians were beaten
His own kind failed to heed his story
They sought only to satisfy their own needs
A civilization destroyed for riches and glory
