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A
Legend
of the
Texas
Bluebonnet |
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Once, long ago in the land
of the Comanche, there was a great drought and famine and
pestilence. The dancers danced to the sound of the drums and
prayed for rain. They watched and waited for the healing
rains, and danced again. No rains came.
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Among the children of the tribe
there was a small girl named She-Who-Is-Alone. She
watched the dancers and held her warrior doll. Her doll
wore beaded leggings and a headdress of brillant blue
feathers from the bird who cries "Jay-Jay". She loved
this doll very much. Her doll was the only thing she had
left from the happy days before the great famine took
her parents and grandparents from her.
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As
She-Who-is-Alone sat and held her doll, the Shaman, or Wise
Man, came to speak to the people. He told them that the Great
Spirits were unhappy. He said that the people had been
selfish, taking every thing from the earth giving nothing in
return. He said that the people must make a sacrifice and must
make a burnt offering of their most prized possession. The
Shaman said the ashes of this offering should be scattered to
the home of the Four Winds-North, South, East and West. When
this sacrifice was made the drought would cease. Life would be
restored to the land.
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The
people talked among themselves. The warriors were sure
it was not their bow that the Great Spirits wanted. The
women knew that this was not their special
blanket. | She-Who-Is-Alone looked at her doll, her most
valued possession. She knew what the Great Spirits wanted and
knew what she must do.
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everyone slept she took her warrior doll and one stick
that burned from the teepee fire and made her way to the
hill where the Shaman had spoken -"Oh Great Spirits,"
she called out, "here is my warrior doll the only thing
I have left from happy days with my family. It is my
most valued possession. Please accept
it." |
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Then she made a fire and thrust
her precious doll into it. When the flames died down she
scooped up a handful of ashes and scattered them to the Four
winds-North, South, East and West. Then, her cheeks wet with
tears, she lay down and fell asleep.
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The
first light of morning woke her and she looked out over
the hills. Stretching from all sides where the ashes had
fallen, the ground was covered with flowers, beautiful
blue flowers, as blue as the feathers in the hair of her
beloved doll. |
Now every spring the Great Spirits
remember the sacrifice of a very small girl and fill the hills
and valleys of the land now called Texas with beautiful blue
flowers. And this is so to this very
day.
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THE
LEGEND OF THE BLUEBONNET
The
Texas fields are covered,
With a blanket
of deep blue.
But for a little Indian girl,
This would not be true.
Texas land was buried and dry.
Rains just would not come.
Indians danced and prayed for rain,
And bent upon their drums.
The
chief made a proclamation.
He appealed to one and all.
A prized possession must be sacrificed
Before the rains would fall.
The
Indian camp was silent,
While each person searched his heart.
But when it came to sacrefice,
With possessions they would not part.
Suddenly a little girl steeped forth,
Holding her blue clad doll.
She placed in the roaring fire
and rain drops began to fall.
The
rains brought forth the grass,
Among its blades, flowers of blue
to be the sign for all the time
Of a love so pure and true
For another
version of : The legend of the Bluebonnets
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Omega/1854/blue.html
The Legend
of the Pink Bluebonnet
http://k-12.pisd.edu/Schools/Barksdale/legend.htm
http://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/plantanswers/flowers/bluebonnet/pinkbluebonnet.html
 The
Indian-Paintbrush
http://www.intangibility.com/inw/Wildflowers/Indian-Paintbrush.html
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