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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Born</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the softly scented twilight, <br>walking slowly simply musing.<br>My thoughts turn to my hearts delight<br>she is sure now to be choosing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which young man she wants to marry<br>now she has become a woman.<br>Hopefully I am her quarry now<br>that she must chose her man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long dark hair which flows like water, <br>flashing eyes that hold the moonlight.<br>Running Elk the chieftains daughter <br>graceful as the swallows in flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is full of joy and laughter, <br>she sings sweeter than the song birds<br>Can I win the chieftains daughter<br>may the Great Spirit hear my words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many moons now I have loved her<br>watched her grow into a beauty<br>Now the goddess’ hand has touched her, <br>she must do her sacred duty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is old enough now to wed.<br>She must choose her life’s companion<br>to share her tepee and her bed.<br>I long to be her chosen one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am proud with much to offer.<br>Doughty warrior, careful tracker.<br>I have much that I can proffer<br>defence from any attacker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great Manitou lend me your aid.<br>Guide her footsteps let her choose me<br>from all the braves who will parade<br>Let her heart see my honesty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make me show worthy in her eyes.<br>She is young and needs a husband <br>who know that he has gained the prize.<br>Fairest maiden of all this land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the night I’m vigil keeping<br>praying to ancestral spirits<br>Whilst the other braves are sleeping.<br>Night long prayers can bring benefits.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning as the dawn breaks.<br>Tribal elders call the young men<br>from their beds as the camp awakes.<br>To let the maidens look again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each young warrior wears a brave face<br>Hoping he is the chosen one<br>Now each young maiden takes her place<br>their faces set as cast in stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will she chose me I must wonder.<br>If I find favour in her eyes, <br>she’ll lead me to the forest yonder.<br>Where we may enter paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be still my heart let not your thunder<br>sound so loudly. I must appear<br>indifferent as I wonder.<br>Though I can feel her drawing near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her soft strong hand encloses mine<br>Running Elk the chieftains daughter <br>has chosen me so she is mine<br>We walk away midst peals of laughter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">quickly towards the forest grove<br>There in the quiet of the trees <br>we can enjoy our new sprung love<br>Caressed by sunlight and the breeze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For one full moon we need not be <br>concerned with any other thing.<br>For one full moon we are quite free.<br>She is my queen and I am king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then we must rejoin the tribe<br>take up our duties separate<br>As tribal customs all prescribe<br>as married man and chosen mate, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though presently we do not care<br>lost in love and burning need.<br>We live on love and dine on air<br>in this we are firmly agreed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the moon is full we will go<br>back to the camp to our tepee <br>and let her loving kinfolk know <br>that she has chosen happily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We will maintain our dignity <br>at least in public where we’re seen<br>But in our tepee privately<br>I will still treat her as my queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although the tribal laws dictate <br>a wife must meekly serve her lord.<br>I see no need to dominate <br>I’ll let her have the final word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I have observed carefully<br>the way my older kinfolks live<br>and those who live in harmony.<br>Know when to take and when to give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Running Elk is my delight<br>and I provide for her the best<br>WE work by day and love by night, <br>we know by heaven we are blessed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath her heart a new life thrives<br>a mutual product of our love<br>A treasure to complete our lives<br>A sign of favour from above</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first born of our family<br>The chieftain takes it in his stride<br>Her mother tells us privately<br>That he is swollen up with pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mother well advises her <br>what she must and must not do<br>As she makes clothes of softest fur<br>to fit the babe that is soon due.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as me I’m terrified<br>I would rather face a bear. <br>She brushes all my fears aside<br>and tells me that I won’t be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some things men aren’t allowed to see<br>At child birth the old women rule<br>and I agree wholeheartedly.<br>Because I am frightened fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when he’s here I’ll play my part<br>and teach him everything I know.<br>Make sure he has the finest start<br>of any child and watch him grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wife’s convinced it will be a she.<br>She says the goddess told her so.<br>It matters not we both agree<br>for in due course we’ll get to know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a man I have a wife <br>I am as happy as can be.<br>Together we created life<br>that I await impatiently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Running Elk just laughs at me.<br>She says she must do all the work<br>In nurturing the life to be<br>while I just wear a silly smirk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if was all down to me<br>I did my bit I did my best<br>and she conceived triumphantly.<br>I think I passed my manhood test.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m what a proper man should be <br>I am so proud that I could burst<br>My Running Elk indulges me.<br>All men are proudest of their first.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nine moons have passed this was the last.<br>Now I am banished from my tent.<br>I sweat and bid the time go fast.<br>I cannot rest til news is sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I a daughter or a son<br>and is my Running Elk alright.<br>The babes arrived the battle’s won.<br>Just as the morning star shines bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Running Elk must have her rest <br>and I am not allowed to see<br>the babe that’s suckling at her breast.<br>Until my sweetheart calls for me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To thank her for this wondrous gift.<br>the pain she underwent for me.<br>I feel my lowered spirits lift<br>I hear her calling come and see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go to her and hold her hand.<br>My son is sleeping peacefully.<br>I cannot speak I simply stand <br>and gaze upon my family.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is full she understands <br>she reads me like an open book.<br>My son she places in my hands<br>I stand amazed and thunderstruck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sturdy boy, his shock of hair<br>as shiny as a ravens wing<br>I cannot say how much I <br>but she can hear she’s listening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hymn of praise which my heart sings <br>will tell her all she longs to hear<br>To me our son a king of kings<br>and she the dearest of the dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind replays the day she chose.<br>I was afraid that she would not<br>and somehow even this she knows<br>but is still pleased with what she got.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is much more than I deserve <br>although she won’t agree with this.<br>For all my life I’ll gladly serve <br>my family for her sweet kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knows my love will never fade <br>that I will love her faithfully<br>She knows I loved her as a maid<br>and that’s the reason she chose me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bids me go and get some sleep <br>she knows the vigil that I kept.<br>Our love is strong enough to keep<br>and words must wait until we’ve slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go my way and find a bed <br>I close my eyes and know no more.<br>When I awake the sun is red <br>and night is falling fast once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight I sleep in my own bed<br>beside the wife that I adore <br>My son will sleep beside her head.<br>What man could ask for any more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Revised Sep 07)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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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 ..."></div>
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