The foreign white lamb under October's shedding trees <br />We have turned the wrong way <br />Away from the sheep as they lay <br />The grip just won't stick <br />The milk is too thick <br />Enabling is to aim an arrow to the Cree's <br /> <br />Trail's end, trail's end <br />around the bend, my friend <br />And all I have to say to you <br />is good-bye<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arrow-to-the-cree/
