memory of an Apache

war cry i hear a sound
a memory i have found
of nations long a go
fighting to and fro
chateau a man i see
sleek black hair long and straight
this man did all they seek
on the run
from a union gun
off he rides to the boarder
followed by the clickitie clack of union soldiers
he meets up with his brothers
it was Geronimo and not other
scouts do track till day is done
peaches knows no one has won
this story has an end
but what it is you will have to find
look it up in history books
of the life of Chatoes son they took
i love ancestors in all races
for in us we bare there faces
what now with old wars over
can we find the place of peace
in wars the strong wins
but children fight again
happy to know an American i am
to fix the hurts of old
is impossible i am told
one way or another i do seek
all America can sleep
knowing tomorrow comes
maybe with the rising of the sun
maybe today who can say
that a generation found a better way. April 5th 2006