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The Warriors’ Victory
A troubled warrior
Walked by the river side
Stood there gazing
Into the depths of life
A shadow cast
From beyond the stream
The roaring cry of thunder beamed
A voice echoed through the darkening bush
The warrior screamed
The bow it held the arrow strong
The shaft was made of glowing bronze
It left the bow
With a whistling sound
Hit its mark
Glory found
The staggering giant now wounded lay
A side all the rest on torments day
The thunder rolled across the sky
The clouds were low
The sun was shy
It peeked from behind
A billowing cloud
The warriors' victory
Was sounded loud
© Thunder Wolf (Keith Larocque)
Native
American Poems and Prayers
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