By Martha Kagl Steven

An entry in the Cleland Award for Heritage Literature

My heart vibrates like a beating drum

My blood is ablaze for I’m on fire

My eyes are the laser

That know no sleep

When the distant hills

Come alive with the scent of fight

My stealthy legs are well on flight

For I’m on a mission

To fight for my kinsman

For I am a warrior

I’m counting each arrow

And praying my tout hands don’t falter

For each fire counts a hit

All the whizz of enemy arrows fall left and right

But my mind is pinned on the figure ahead

My fingers let go

I guard my flying arrow with my laser eyes

When the hills ring shouts of jubilation

As the foe stoops and takes a dive

My heart screams for my fire has hit home

I am the warrior

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