First Born
In the softly scented twilight,
walking slowly simply musing.
My thoughts turn to my hearts delight
she is sure now to be choosing.
Which young man she wants to marry
now she has become a woman.
Hopefully I am her quarry now
that she must chose her man.
Long dark hair which flows like water,
flashing eyes that hold the moonlight.
Running Elk the chieftains daughter
graceful as the swallows in flight.
She is full of joy and laughter,
she sings sweeter than the song birds
Can I win the chieftains daughter
may the Great Spirit hear my words.
Many moons now I have loved her
watched her grow into a beauty
Now the goddess’ hand has touched her,
she must do her sacred duty.
She is old enough now to wed.
She must choose her life’s companion
to share her tepee and her bed.
I long to be her chosen one.
I am proud with much to offer.
Doughty warrior, careful tracker.
I have much that I can proffer
defence from any attacker.
Great Manitou lend me your aid.
Guide her footsteps let her choose me
from all the braves who will parade
Let her heart see my honesty.
Make me show worthy in her eyes.
She is young and needs a husband
who know that he has gained the prize.
Fairest maiden of all this land.
Through the night I’m vigil keeping
praying to ancestral spirits
Whilst the other braves are sleeping.
Night long prayers can bring benefits.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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