WILLOW Valley Deep, Beneath a mountainside, Lived the Native American Crowfoot Tribe, Independent: Intense, Cornfields Immense, Great Spirit blessed them with abundant life, Crowfoot Shaman had a comely daughter, Created in the corn: Born by the water, Hair so long it coaxed the wind to blow, Her almond eyes brought squirrels to her side, She was heir to the magic and pride of the Tribe, Known through out the land as Willow, The day Blue Eyed Pale Face fell at death and her teepee’s door,Squaws whispered into their braves’ ears and out through their hate filled eyes, And yet Willow was taken with him and so she took care of him, But for her healings she was ostracized,

As his mind cleared he fell into her smile, As his strength grew she fell into his whiles, But Angry Bear wanted Blue Eyed Pale Face dead, For it was he who had grown up loving Willow, And the Matchmaker had told him long ago, That Angry Bear and Willow would be wed, Willow nursed him to full health using her magic, In hindsight now it seemed so tragic, He grew to full strength on that cold, deadly, bloody day,

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