Hiking By The River

hiking down by the river
she can read and she can dance
her hair is brown and goes straight down her back
walks with the world on her shoulders
looks like shes under attack
she's always watching her back
looking to the ground, looking to the sky
shes always humming or singing a brand new song
as she dances alone on the river rocks
sometime she has a guy who walks with her a ways  
but none of those guys have ever stayed
her nails are long, her skin shimmers in the desert sun
from the sand that blows and lands on her skin
her heart beats like the desert heat
look in her eyes you'll see  
their browner then the dirt on which she walks  
she walks alone
alone by the river, picking wildflowers  
don't judge her she isn't a coward
her angers like a fire
and her skins softened by the sand
her skin is bronzed by the desert sun
she has bachelor buttons braided into her hair
she has a staff of catupa wood
her bow is man made but her arrows are handmade
ash wood, oh sweet ash wood
crow and raven feather are the best to make her arrows with
her jeans are blue have a rip on one knee
her boots are brown, but she has them also in black
she has a box of paints and brushes  
ready to paint, draw or write at any time
the box is in her black back pack  
along with phone, a camera, water and something to snack on
she has a lighter in her pocket, a knife in her boot
hunters dont you dare shoot
her mom's waiting for her to come home
she's always worried about that girl  
wandering around the desert alone
or down by the Snake
where those boys died
her black back pack has all she needs
and a bow and a knife to protect her,  
mace and a staff to protect her too
yeah she hikes alone
but she's never far from home...