Soldiers Blue

In days when the plains thundered with thousands of hooves
Nature’s bounty was as munificent as the brightening dawn
That warmed the chilled hides of the by now fireless tepees
The stirring bodies grudgingly quit proximity to spent embers
The sun stippling the smoky gloom betokened its silent alarm
Customary dial of the diurnal clock until the dying of the day
As it traversed the yawning sky all eye the cyclical procession
Of the early orb their guiding light before the late arriving moon
Awakening collective response now motivated a spurt of activity
Like so many opened blooms the tribal society popped domiciles
Squaws carrying infants readied a breast for a much needed feed
Braves rustle up their roustabouts to un-corral their fleetest mustang
Would-be warriors loose off a few blunt trainee arrows at odd dogs
The gamut of rural activity burgeons throughout the camp concourse
Peace reigned in a blissful way of unchallenged domesticity this day
And then the detachment rode as ordered descending like a tornado
Soldiers in blue as they always seem to do at movie’s end arrived