Paw-Hus-KaIn rows and rows, Like angels dressed In their ascension clothes To protect the ideal park that lies Incompassed by the hills and sky. This, land was deeded by Uncle Sam To Paw-hus-ka and his noble band, To hold as long as grass will grow O'er the Osage hills and valleys, too And fire will burn on Earth below, And the rain from Heaven make water flow. Paw-hus-ka was a chieftain brave, His hair was silvery gray He has heard wolves bark boldly Before the midnight rain; He has seen the elms waving Along the uneven streams, And the stately oak and maple Cast their shadow o'er the scene From a wigwam in the valley And a hillside dugout shack, To commemorate his name and memory, Stands Pawhuska the finest city in the Osage land. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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