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The Chief
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by James Ray Scott
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Rattle my cage
as you may
my mind tends
to wander.
I sit out
beyond this hill
to catch the
rain an thunder.
Colors of war
painted on my face
mountains of feathers
in which to embrace.
I leave this world
in a trance
romancing about red
leaders of past.
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July 11 ,2004
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