The Bodoc (Bois
d’Arc) Tree
In autumn, 1798,
Big Owl, Tunica chief,
Led his band
upon the wooded land
That would in
time be claimed,
In the curious
way of certain tribes,
As my
great-great-grandfather’s own, and
Big Owl, Tunica
chief,
Saw the tree,
knurled, crooked,
Thorny branches,
and
Upon the ground
round green balls
Covered with
grainy green,
Scented,
curiously scented, and
Taking his stone
hatchet,
Big Owl chopped
off a long branch,
Chopped off the
thorns,
Bent it, and in
the bending
Saw in his
mind’s eye
That it was a
bow.
--December 7,
2013
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