The village of Okirakak was alive and vibrant that warm and sunny morning.
For two weeks straight, actually, were to be the village’s ongoing festivities.
Endor, that is where the celebrations take place, in their home of Okirakak.
These Ewoks, those of the Wild Twilight Tribe, with mountains at their back.
A village on the planet is flanked by forest, nestled at the foothill of mountains.
River running by it, where people can fetch their water, such as Quack and Quill.
Weren’t Ewoks, they were Humans and merchants, visiting village and villagers.
They had strange names, thought one Ewok, as he watches his home from a hill.
Sitting on his furry behind again, Ma would say, but she’s back home shaping clay.
Clay. In this village of Okirakak, winning axe-hand tournaments rewarded you clay.
Generally a most majestically modeled shape of a guitar that is made out of clay.
This Ewok never won it, he thinks as he stuffs his face with elderberry pie-paste.
The hill is comfortably grassy, a grassy hill for a furry Ewok, and the bubbly person.
At least, sometimes, for this Ewok can also prove to be a bit of a furious kinda guy.
He gets angered when people do wrong, when they don’t listen too, also at vermin.
Armed with bow and arrow, sling and stone, dagger and spear, this Ewok can fight.
Right now, he spends his time sitting on his hill, donned in his leathery tan hood.
Tanned from an animal, a fox-elk, or was it a rabbit-sake, it’s something anyway.
Lots of animals on Endor, creatures in the forest, beasts in the mountains, river.
An Ewok, Dakka Skoochee, imagines what could be, his fate—thoughts curve.
Maybe instead of a Guardian Dakka Skoochee could have been village chief?
Maybe, just maybe, but Dakka Skoochee is content to be what he needs to be.
If the Wild Twilight Tribe needs him to defend them then Skochee will do just so.
Dakka is a loyal and honorable Ewok, he thinks, no matter how the wind may blow.
Forgetting about the future, he focuses on the present, attention on the village.
The pie is sweet, O so very tasty, and Dakka Scoochee is excited for evening.
That is when the parties will once again truly begin and he may yet take part in.
Dakka Scooche, he must keep vigilant with his gaze on the gates, Guardian.
O broken bark, from tree did I peel you.
Once whole upon your tower of maple.
Upon you, I paint ink, write my fables.
No poet, no writer, just lies and truth.
For two weeks straight, actually, were to be the village’s ongoing festivities.
Endor, that is where the celebrations take place, in their home of Okirakak.
These Ewoks, those of the Wild Twilight Tribe, with mountains at their back.
A village on the planet is flanked by forest, nestled at the foothill of mountains.
River running by it, where people can fetch their water, such as Quack and Quill.
Weren’t Ewoks, they were Humans and merchants, visiting village and villagers.
They had strange names, thought one Ewok, as he watches his home from a hill.
Sitting on his furry behind again, Ma would say, but she’s back home shaping clay.
Clay. In this village of Okirakak, winning axe-hand tournaments rewarded you clay.
Generally a most majestically modeled shape of a guitar that is made out of clay.
This Ewok never won it, he thinks as he stuffs his face with elderberry pie-paste.
The hill is comfortably grassy, a grassy hill for a furry Ewok, and the bubbly person.
At least, sometimes, for this Ewok can also prove to be a bit of a furious kinda guy.
He gets angered when people do wrong, when they don’t listen too, also at vermin.
Armed with bow and arrow, sling and stone, dagger and spear, this Ewok can fight.
Right now, he spends his time sitting on his hill, donned in his leathery tan hood.
Tanned from an animal, a fox-elk, or was it a rabbit-sake, it’s something anyway.
Lots of animals on Endor, creatures in the forest, beasts in the mountains, river.
An Ewok, Dakka Skoochee, imagines what could be, his fate—thoughts curve.
Maybe instead of a Guardian Dakka Skoochee could have been village chief?
Maybe, just maybe, but Dakka Skoochee is content to be what he needs to be.
If the Wild Twilight Tribe needs him to defend them then Skochee will do just so.
Dakka is a loyal and honorable Ewok, he thinks, no matter how the wind may blow.
Forgetting about the future, he focuses on the present, attention on the village.
The pie is sweet, O so very tasty, and Dakka Scoochee is excited for evening.
That is when the parties will once again truly begin and he may yet take part in.
Dakka Scooche, he must keep vigilant with his gaze on the gates, Guardian.
O broken bark, from tree did I peel you.
Once whole upon your tower of maple.
Upon you, I paint ink, write my fables.
No poet, no writer, just lies and truth.