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Lakota Rose

I mostly write prose, but this is a little poem I wrote and put up as a sampler on my Facebook Writer page. It's adapted from a Dakota-Sioux legend I heard a variation of in my youth. 


Lakota Rose

Long ago, when our dawning world first shown, 
the prairie's grass and sage mantle was bleak. 
Mother Earth disdained her robe's lack of tone 
for her heart knew vibrant color mystique. 

The Wind Demon's unabating ire 
allowed only those braving his helm 
of icy impound and fierce fanned fire 
to purchase firm footholds in his realm. 

A skillful sorceress bent on new clothes, 
in a demonic male joust worth her wile, 
Mother Earth conjured the wild prairie rose, 
a tenacious winsomeness of keen guile. 

As Wind Demon bore down a sweet fragrance wooed, 
eliciting desire for wild prairie rose. 
The grasses and sage captivated all cooed, 
protecting the slight beauty in interpose. 

Yea even Wind Demon succumbed to the balm 
allowing other comely blossoms to morph. 
And lo pink flowers to entice, blue to calm, 
yellow to warm, and white to accent sprang forth. 

Mother Earth's robe now a marvel to appease, 
she promenades the cosmos for all to crave, 
and Wind Demon sighs sweet nothings on the breeze 
whispering to the Lakota Rose with rave. 


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