The Legend of Falling Rocks
by Oliver Thomas
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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There are many old Indian legends told by old Indians, (Oops, Sorry; Native Americans)Maybe this is one you haven't heard before.
The Legend of Fallen Rocks
There is a legend, I am told,
How Indian tribes in days of old
Would send their young men far and wide
To roam throughout the countryside,
Then after thirty days alone,
Would kill a deer and bear it home.
So they'd be seen in dark of night,
Their arms and backs were painted white.
They'd not go back until the day
When all the paint had worn away
And then, triumphant, they'd return,
Their task complete, their lessons learned.
Two youths, their journey just begun,
Were Fallen Rocks and Midnight Sun.
They vowed that they would stay away,
Until that great triumphant day
When each returned to claim his bride,
The fairest in the countryside.
The daughter of their tribal chief
Was Rising Moon, beyond belief,
This princess was beyond compare
With dark brown eyes and raven hair;
And as each brave for her did yearn,
She'd wed the first one to return.
Now Fallen Rocks was true and just;
A brave whom anyone could trust.
In Midnight Sun he did believe;
You see, the lad was quite naïve,
For Midnight Sun, that surly knave
Was really anything but brave.
He'd let young Rocky do the work,
While he just lazed around; the jerk!
When Fallen Rocks would gather wood,
Midnight would pinch it if he could.
And while young Rocky cooked his food,
Midnight would eat it raw; how crude.
At last that wondrous day was here
When Fallen Rocks would kill his deer
Behind a tree was Midnight Sun
Who waited 'til the deed was done,
Then knocked our hero on the head
And claimed the deer as his instead.
And then he took that murdered brave
Into a mountain lion's cave
For all his faults, he wasn't dumb.
The mountain lion said "Yum yum!"
Then Midnight planned a devious ruse;
He rubbed himself with berry juice
To hide his painted arms and back,
Then found a well worn homeward track.
He strode into the tribal ground,
Said "Here's the deer that I have found.
Now there is nothing to decide
For I have come to claim my bride."
But that surprised young Rising Moon
To see that villain back so soon.
Her heart was set on Fallen Rocks,
To cook his food and darn his socks.
Then she espied some whitened skin
Where berry juice was not rubbed in.
So she devised a devious scheme
And said "Come join me in the stream"
She jumped right in from high above
And said "Come on, declare your love."
Without a thought, he took the plunge,
Went under like a soggy sponge.
The berry juice washed clean away
And left a dirty shade of grey.
He then was banished from the tribe;
He even tried the chief to bribe
But all the warriors said "Begone,
You mean and nasty Midnight Sun.
The princess waited all the year;
But Fallen Rocks did not appear
They sent the message all around
And hoped one day that he'd be found
To find that brave was their design
And even now you'll see a sign
Where road and mountain interlocks;
'Beware, look out for Fallen Rocks.'