Vision At Little Bighorn

I went to Little Bighorn 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 - I'll never know for certain If he saw me or not, He just kept wringing his hands As if he couldn't stop - Upon the path where he paced Blood dripped from his boots, It soaked in deep and wide Down to the prairie grass roots - From way down in this hallowed ground I heard the dead soldiers cries, The agony of the lost Who so long ago on this spot died - No one else was there under the burning sun This mysterious scene to see, I observed it all Alone, on the desolate, dry prairie - I felt as if a visitor Watching from another time, Perhaps the heat had got to me Or I'd simply lost my mind - I tried But I could not walk away, I wanted to ask him 'Why? '... Yet no words could I say - I just stayed there Hour upon hour, Watching, listening... feeling it all... As if in the grip of a strange power - I swear I saw Sitting Bull Riding swiftly toward me on a spotted horse, I was knocked flat to the ground By the passing force - I looked up high Into the blazing sun, There I saw Warriors in victory dancing Realizing full well their fight was done - Still, I couldn't help to wonder What of Custer? What was his fate? Was he too far gone? Was it, for him, way too late? Suddenly I was brought back, when out of nowhere an old medicine man appeared. Looking into me, as if reading my thoughts, he said, ' Do not worry about Custer, he'll never speak another word. Because out here all alone the General shall remain, forever dead. ' - 'As for the rest of us We all must come to understand, The time to live and work together Is now at hand. ' Then he reached down and helped me up; Together we walked the long path back; Side by side, into the sunset, We followed the same track. -