Without Sorrow
Stiff was the stringed bow as it was laid to rest Upon the pile of ferns after a long hard test
The quiver empty and the arrow about The beast had fought, yes it was stout
A hunger had settled upon my community Til it was left only to me to do what I could see
To make it through the winter A puff of smoke from my mouth stood starkly in the air Reminded me of last night's frost and the snow in my daughter's hair
It's not a woman's place to hunt for her families table A husband lost to a war so unstable
The blood stood bright against the white of the snow Warm almost comforting against the sudden cold I cut and I skinned right straight to the bone
The sled wiped off from it's layer of white my children helped me load the food without a fight
A rabbit today a mammoth tomorrow
Helping my community, a woman
Without sorrow