a memory
memory of an Apache war cry i hear a sound a memory i have found of nations long a go fighting to and fro chateau a man i see sleek black hair long and straight this man did all they seek on the run from a union gun off he rides to the boarder followed by the clickitie clack of union soldiers he meets up with his brothers it was Geronimo and not other scouts do track till day is done peaches knows no one has won this story has an end but what it is you will have to find look it up in history books of the life of Chatoes son they took i love ancestors in all races for in us we bare there faces what now with old wars over can we find the place of peace in wars the strong wins but children fight again happy to know an American i am to fix the hurts of old is impossible i am told one way or another i do seek all America can sleep knowing tomorrow comes maybe with the rising of the sun maybe today who can say that a generation found a better way. April 5th 2006
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