SPITFIRE

He Sits Alone, Tall And Proud,

On A Horse, Thats Strong And Lean.

There Was An Aura Of Sadness

Surrounding The Two,

As They Gazed Down At A Land.

The Land Was Once Their Land,

Until The Cruel Paleness Came.

The Man Sat Alone, Gazing.

The Bright Sun Reflecting

Off Of The Toned, Dark Skin.

His Feather, Moved Slightly,

As If It Was One With The Wind.

One Last Glance At The Way They

Were, Then They Silently Turned,

And Without A Word Or Tear, Rode Off

Into The Great Unknown.