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The Paige Road
This is my road I call it thus so
To memories of olden times
Of buggies
Ladies dressed in Sunday hats
Indian warriors feathered dressed
On bareback ponies fled
Wedding bells of bridal parades
Hunters one by one dipping their cups in bogie creek
Quenching their thirst
Telling tells of mounted riders dressed in red in 1812
When this virgin land was free
I knew not you and you knew not me
Yet we celebrate the legend of this road and how are friendship will be
So welcome home to Paige's road and all the stories be
Of farmers fields with rock piles here and there
Winters cold and cooling drinks from bogie in days of blazing sun
I am finally home with rock and sun and home for millionaire
To all who traveled there from sun to sun
Their weary bodies toil to every pothole be
Welcome home to Paige's road
For this is home to me.
© Thunder Wolf (Keith Larocque)
Native American Poems and Prayers
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