Long before Micky Mouse had ridden his train,
A celluloid hero with his giant
slain...
In fabled canyons of America past,
A brave Hopi Warrior Mouse undertook
an heroic task.
And so it was...
The chickens of the Hopi tribe was amiss,
"The Hawk has stolen our fowl,"
was the menacing hiss!
The Hopi unleashed their arrows and set their traps,
Yet the hawk remained free,
and they the Saps!
Then up stepped a Brave Hopi Warrior Mouse,
"We are your friends,
and the hawk the louse."
And so it was...
Out in the clearing was a pointed stake,
Around in circles the Warrior Mouse
did make.
Squeaking and taunting the glaring blue sky,
Challenging the screeching hawk to swoop in
from up high.
Over the land a shadow did pass...
Then, of a sudden, down swooped the hawk
at last.
On towards the stake the Warrior mouse did scurry,
while close and behind a feathery mass
of fury!
Impaled upon the stake was the fearsome hawk,
No longer a thief, and without the tribe
to mock.
And so it was...
Under the chuckling sun in a golden land
Two tribes unite and songs of celebration
began.
And so it was...
Long before Micky, the giant and the train,
The Brave Hopi Warrior Mouse had risen
to fame!
A hero to all
for his evil foe was slain.
END
:by James Guy
This poem is based on a Hopi Tribe legend.
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