progress, american indians and Billy the kid

progress, american indians and billy the kid

fiction
edward w pritchard

billy the kid
i like this that you wrote, can you expand on it?


Sunday, October 30, 2011


American Indian Boy's song

American Indian Boy's song

fiction

edward w pritchard



Once I ate seven apples in two days,

I was sick and sorry.

Another time a lady at the fort throw two bags of apples away,

because they have spots on sides.

I held Lite lamb as he died

Farmer shoot at us for taking apples from ground,

thousands of apples on trees,.

Hundreds of apples on ground.

Lite Lamb bleed slowly to death.

I wrapped lite lamb in my blanket,

light lamb shiver as he bleeds.

Blanket still show blood,

Christian lady at fort wash blanket three times.

I ride fast and chase soldiers now.

Wrapped in blanket I think of Lite lamb before battles.

Posted by edward pritchard at 1:59 AM Labels: american Indian