Boldly etched on
the sunset sky,
An Indian Scout on frozen horse!
He gazes across
the years at us
. . .
His tribe is gone, yet no remorse.
In naked flesh,
with sinews
lithe,
His comely legs his horse bestride;
Pride of his
race, pride of
the West,
And time stands still . . .with him we
ride.
--Edgar Linton. |
