Hawk's air-springed muscles helped him glide so swiftly down the mountain side with sinew buldging spotted rump he vaulted o'r a rocky hump Decendants of Chief Joseph's herd Hawk's canter was like a flying bird Swollen streams couldnt break his stride His head held high with Nes Pierce pride I rode that steed with fleeting speed his strong legs breaking through high weed hailstones splattered, horseshoes clattered and a flock of wild grouse chattered On shale slid Hawk, tripped and stumbled down the slope we flipped and tumbled the snow flakes started swirling down as I lay hurt, on rocky ground I was dazed, my body aching Dizzy, sore and both legs shaking we both felt pain from head to toes Yet hurt, Hawk raised me with his nose I wrapped my wounds and mounting, moaned said " Come Hawk, now take us home" around his nect my arms were tied he started down the mountain side I dreamed of being safe and warm As Hawk plowed through that raging storm and somewhere on that awful trek I slumped across that great arched neck Then thoughts came flooding in my head my wife sat crying by my bed I wont forget those words she said "He brought you home...but Hawk is dead" "For three whole days you've been alseep the snow outside is five feet deep once you were home safe and sound Hawk whinnied once, then dead fell down." She said "He brought you here on will and fell when coming down that hill his legs were gone, but still he came and when he stopped you breathed his name" "Oh, no! My God it just cant be." The screams were coming out of me "Oh, please don't tell me Hawk has died!" Then my wife held me while I cried I know he wasnt man, of course But just a big ol spotted horse So tell me, should I miss him so? A friend who took me through the snow.
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zina : As the wind blows, as the eagle soars,
as the wolf runs, such are the ways nature,
from them we must learn, freedom.