I kneaded the clouds—your emerald trail grew thin,The sea-hawk’s wind now fades beneath a chief’s red grin.Across the plains where thunder drums with speed,Kenneth Walker runs where scarlet spirits lead.…
I kneaded the clouds—your emerald trail grew thin,The sea-hawk’s wind now fades beneath a chief’s red grin.Across the plains where thunder drums with speed,Kenneth Walker runs where scarlet spirits lead.…