The Branch Will Not Break: No. 7, A Blessing
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Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass and the eyes
Of those two Indian ponies sparkle with kindness
They have come gladly out of the willow to welcome my friend and me
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day long
They report in league and highly unduly
Their happiness that we have come
They bow shyly like wet stones, swing on each other
There is no loneliness like this
While home once more they begin watching
The young calves, offspring in darkness
I would like to hold the slender little one in my arms
For she has walked ever to me and doesn't dare lift her
She is black and white, her mane falls wild on her forehead
The light breeze moves behind her long ears
As delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist
Suddenly I realize
What if I stopped her?
And then I think how unafraid could I be or die without her!
My heart leaps up through its chest as though it were going to burst
Then suddenly there are three men walking toward us
Our friends!
Their joy knows no limits as they run down towards them
As do I
But still something pulls me back
A strange urge
An inner voice
It tells me that these women must pay dearly for what they've done
That night when things went wrong between
An old man from Boston and his daughter
No matter now the past was always better than the future
Please don't make any sudden movements around here child
You're not safe until you leave our town
Remember that face at the saloon today afternoon
I want some answers tonight