Hunting Arrowheads

Out the back door,

Out through the lot,

I'd head for the pasture

At a slow trot.

Visions of redskins

Danced in my head

As out to the draw

My footsteps had led.

I knew where to hunt;

I'd been there before.

I had one in my pocket

And was looking for more.

Arrowheads!

Arrowheads!

That's all I could think

And fast as a wink

I found one!

I rubbed off the dirt

And then with some spit

I polished it up

And my eyes were all lit

With the sight of this treasure,

This thing I had found,

Just laying right there

On the dry dusty ground.

My mind's eye then saw him

Right there on his horse;

The warrior that lost it

On that water course

So many long years ago.