battle
Battle at Coon Creek.
Standing on this historical marker
On the trail to Santa Fe, following
the Arkansas river and crossing Coon Creek right here.
And when I close my eyes I see them coming
200 Comanche’s and Osages
And 140 soldiers, fighting a war to stay
Both they believed it was their rights
I feel their pain on both sides
Many off them died or were wounded
But on the end of the battle
There came a lady dressed in scarlet red
Who rode about giving directions about the wounded.
The identity of this angel of mercy
has remained a mystery.
And now while I’m standing here
and close my eyes, and fight my battle at Coon Creek too
And I’m also wounded.
But than I also see an angel of mercy
But she is dressed in heavenly blue
I can’t believe and look again
But its true, that lady in blue ,
Is you.
William M
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