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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520069" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vision at Little Bighorn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to Little Bighorn<br>On a hot summer day,1987, <br>I wondered if the Seventh Cavalry<br>Was in hell or heaven -<br>Out there all alone<br>I came upon the old General's ghost wandering around, <br>He kept glancing far away<br>While staying close to the ground -<br>I'll never know for certain<br>If he saw me or not, <br>He just kept wringing his hands<br>As if he couldn't stop -<br>Upon the path where he paced<br>Blood dripped from his boots, <br>It soaked in deep and wide<br>Down to the prairie grass roots -<br>From way down in this hallowed ground<br>I heard the dead soldiers cries, <br>The agony of the lost<br>Who so long ago on this spot died -<br>No one else was there under the burning sun<br>This mysterious scene to see, <br>I observed it all<br>Alone, on the desolate, dry prairie -<br>I felt as if a visitor<br>Watching from another time, <br>Perhaps the heat had got to me<br>Or I'd simply lost my mind -<br>I tried<br>But I could not walk away, <br>I wanted to ask him 'Why? '...<br>Yet no words could I say -<br>I just stayed there<br>Hour upon hour, <br>Watching, listening... feeling it all...<br>As if in the grip of a strange power -<br>I swear I saw Sitting Bull <br>Riding swiftly toward me on a spotted horse, <br>I was knocked flat to the ground<br>By the passing force -<br>I looked up high<br>Into the blazing sun, <br>There I saw Warriors in victory dancing<br>Realizing full well their fight was done -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, I couldn't help to wonder<br>What of Custer? What was his fate? <br>Was he too far gone? <br>Was it, for him, way too late? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly I was brought back, <br>when out of nowhere an old medicine man appeared.<br>Looking into me, as if reading my thoughts, he said, <br>' Do not worry about Custer, he'll never speak another word.<br>Because out here all alone the General shall remain, forever dead. ' -<br>'As for the rest of us<br>We all must come to understand, <br>The time to live and work together<br>Is now at hand. '<br>Then he reached down and helped me up; <br>Together we walked the long path back; <br>Side by side, into the sunset, <br>We followed the same track. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q>
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On a hot summer day,1987, 
I wondered if the Seventh Cavalry
Was in hell or heaven -
Out there all alone
I came upon the old General's ghost wandering around, 
He kept glancing far away
While staying close to the ground -
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