THE GREAT NEZ PERCE , POOR LOOKING GLASS
by Daquoi, Oct. 16, 1994

A searching sadness
An injured calm
A long ago friend
With a time lost song.
A great chief
was Looking Glass
Riding on his horse
Comforting the children,
A looker to the women.
He did not want ruination
Nor the fall of his tribal nation.
He did not mean for destruction
To befall all his people.
The advice he gave to Chief Joseph
Came from his heart not his head.
He wanted to protect the tired women and children.
So many had been shot dead.
They may have made it to Canada
To safety and a new life.
Chief Looking Glass did not mean
To give ill advice.
All that was left to do
Was for Chief Joseph to try
To save his beloved wife.
In the middle of the night
The scouts came to tell Chief Joseph
There was no escape.
They were surrounded
So Yellow Wolf was sent toward Canada
With Chief Joseph's wife and infant daughter
Waiting for morning surrender
Waiting to "fight no more forever"
Holding inward pain and great sorrow
Such was the plight
of the great Nez Perce
A great tribe of native Americans
That tried to protect their rights
The most peaceful tribe when they were alive.