My Grandma wrote this in Oct. 1966, My 1st trip to Show Low Az.(White River)
Do you remember Danny & Duane, The Apache Tears?
Apache Tears
AS i pass through tonto forest I can almost see,
The Apache indians on the hill watching me.
I can hear the echo from the past,
We are free and safe, safe at last.
I can hear the superstition mts. calling me,
It must be the apache blood you cannot see,
I hear the wailing of squaw and child,
The echo rings for many mile.
Oh hear the moaning and the cries,
For the teardrop caves are close by.
They drove them from the mts. of dripping springs.,
They had no water, food or anything.
Their braves had leaped from the rocks not far away,
You can see the teardrops to this day.
The braves leaped from far above,
Out of fear and out of love.
Fear of being captured and put in a cage,
To be stripped of their pride, put them in a rage.
Out of love fro squaws, and paposes galore,
They died bravely and will live forever more.
In the Hearts of the Apache tribe,
And to tell the story they need no bribe.
The squaws and paposes cries and tears,
Are still visible through the years,
We are again on our way,
But the tears of the Apaches are in my heart to stay.
My grandma never had a driver lic., never drove a car..
Me and her would watch or listen to B. Graham on the T.V
I was about 5, Just a littleboy
God Bless You Grandma, And I'll see you soon!
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