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.
