The Plainsman.Tall He stands, proud, wise and fair,Running fingers through tousled hair, Scanning the Plains, reading the signs, Watching the herds’ haphazard lines. Riding the Plains in all weathers, Body clad in the toughest leathers, Cheering as He enjoys a dance, Giving the girls a second glance. Chewing jerky, deep in thought, Eyes intense and jaw muscles taut, Planning ahead, making provision, Listening to words, quashing derision, Astride kaiila, face covered, From dusts assault, nose smothered, Helmet gleams and horn bow ready, Shield lacquered and held quite steady. Alert and keen, the Plains He roams, Around the wagons, He calls home, Caring for inhabitants there, Basking in the suns steady glare, Oralu follow His commands, Milk-curds flow and bosk wear brands, A Man of greater integrity, Quite truly isn’t known to Me. |