Poker Paid

In the days of old, my great great grandpaw Embarked on a journey to Cal i for ni a.... Through treacherous weather and bandits' snare He even battled a fearsome bear His luck turned around, a fateful day When he won a Cherokee squaw in a poker play They wedded, a love so pure and true Raising a family, their bond grew He toiled the fields, she healed the sick A medicine woman, her skills so quick Content and joyful, their hearts were light Though gold eluded, their spirits took flight For their true wealth lay not in the ground .... But in the heavens above, where blessings abound