An
Enchantress,
An
Ice Maiden
Long,
long ago, on what was to be
Red
Georgia clay…
Among
the pines, Creek Indian
Land
lay…
Near
a cool flowing spring, in early
May…
A
Creek Warrior heard a legend…
Ice
Queen, Enchantress, so beautiful
And
princess of an old Otie chief,
Ever
so far away…
At
night he looked among the stars
In
the night, sky…
A
sign he hoped to see…
His
urges to wander, go so far…
Follow
his star…
Search,
find this Otie Princess, Ice
Queen,
his dream…
He
was moved like the ocean tide…
His
blood began to ebb…then flow…
For
him, he longed for this maiden
To
be his new wife…
Tie
a bond, bring for life…
He
mounted his faithful pony early
One
day…
Stirred
him toward Northeast,
Up
her way, where Otie land lay…
This
land, to be reached, more than
A
day…
His
journey led him to the "Big Blue"
Along
it he and the pony traveled
Many
miles…
Going
further and further in this
Wilderness,
it is true…
To
shallow water, the Platte, gently
Flowing,
along land fairly flat…
The
river, now December, ever so
Cold,
one would shiver…
Snow
and Ice lay along his way…
He
had traveled so far, following
The
bright star…
His
horse, nearly ridden into the
Grave…
A
tired an lean Indian brave…
Onward
he rode, beyond the fork,
Some
50 miles or so…
Only
a little further to go…
The
horse now deep in swilling snow,
His
blood did begin to flow…
Wigwams,
came into sight, here the
Land
was very flat…
Forward
he nudged his mount on…
Soon,
he came to one that stood out
From
the rest…
Before
the entrance stood the chief,
Old
and wrinkled like a leaf…
"Ice
Queen" the princess of your tribe,
I
want to take as my bride…
So
he did the story is told…
Long
ago, in days of old…
This
Creek warrior had found the
Maiden…
His dream…
Soon
he took her hand…
For
both in this land, a new life had
Begun
for this maiden and her man…
The
drums beat… boom, boom,
And
boom…
A
bridal ceremony would so begin…
A
bridal tent was raised down
The
river away…
Along
the bank on the other, side…
Made
ready for this Creek warrior
And
"Ice Queen" his new bride…
Spring
approached, the ice began
To
thaw…
Gave
way to the green grass…
The
warrior sensed it was time
To
go at last…
This
warrior on his steady steed,
She
and a new one soon to be…
Following
close behind…
They
traveled back along the Platte
To
the fork…
On
to the Big Blue in a straight, line…
Traveled
at a steady pace to Creek
Land…
Her
new home to be…
Soon
she would give birth, there
Would
be three…
He
had found the legend to be true…
For
indeed, this maiden "Ice Queen"
Came
into his life…
True,
the star had led him to a new
Found
wife…
The
signs in the sky had been right…
Now
each night as they look above
At
the stars at night…
In
a clump of pines hidden from
Sight…
He
has found happiness, the future
Looked
bright…
So
I read the story of old…
Read
how it was told…
Now,
a new day has dawned,
A
new age, a computer screen…
Like
the warrior of old…
I
search the night sky…
Search
with a laser beam…
What
used to be an Indian village?
Now
a white man's town…
Grand
Island, it is called…
There
to, a Maiden "Ice Queen" waits
For
me…
Soon,
together we will be…
She
is the light of my dream, this one
"Ice
Queen"
kooldude
