[The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo,
steal from each other, and fight Navajo.
Three native nations, just seeking to Be,
elides observation, except Apache.]
Hot! is the color of summer air;
boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere.
Water adds value – if only there were;
God knows! what value, of nothing that’s there.
The Blue men, the New men, the Dragoons of Kearny,
dearth in their number; but one day, come many.
These are the new men, to New Mexico;
so few men, these new men – to Navajo, foe!
Year upon year, continues a hassle:
subsistence survival, hardscrabble struggle;
effort and conflict, endeavor and wrestle –
Life is a grapple, stumble and scramble.
But, people there know how best to survive;
least those that best do, are those still alive.
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn