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The Buffalo


While grazin' quietly a man I see
so I watch him, as he watches me
the question bein' who's gonna flee!
I guess he will 'cuz I'm that big
but I can't stand his feathered wig.

So I'll just blow me, lots of snot
and watch his pony spook a lot
Well! it bucks to the West, lands in the East
for I the buffalo, am a mighty beast.
Brown and hairy, but do I care
these northern plains, I will not share

but! Go young Indian do not fear
as your painted pony starts to rear.
I shall let you live to tell the tale
brave young Warrior who's face is pale

as the sunset fades over mountains yonder
I can't help but to look and wonder
why the painted pony stands quiet and proud
beneath western skies without a cloud

but then I see,
in the Warrior's eyes,
sad tears have filled
for I the buffalo, shall be killed.

This Poem was written by: Mary Ann Pont


Buffalo

You look deeply into my eyes,
into my soul with sadness and with the deepest love
You are telling me of your suffering and of your Nation I can feel your penetrating gaze touch my heart
I can see the tear that is about to fall from your eye
You have given everything you have to give
You are weary

The Old Way is vanishing as are your herds and the vastness of your praries
Your people are growing tired and your heart breaks
Nothing is as it once was
Respect for you and your people has grown less and less
You Old Ones were magnificent in your youth
You roamed free and covered the land
Your whole lives were awe-inspiring
We will never forget you

What can we do to help you survive?
How can we repay you for all you have given? I am here....
use me I am willing.....
show me
I Honor You!


Ghost Dance

Crow has brought the message
To the children of the sun
For the return of the buffalo
And for a better day to come

You can kill my body
You can damn my soul
For not believing in your god
And some world down below

You don't stand a chance against my prayers
You don't stand a chance against my love
They outlawed the Ghost Dance
But we shall live again, we shall live again

My sister above
She has red paint
She died at Wounded Knee
Like a latter day saint

You got the big drum in the distance
Blackbird in the sky
That's the sound that you hear
When the buffalo cry

Crazy Horse was a mystic
He knew the secret of the trance
And Sitting Bull the great apostle
Of the Ghost Dance

Come on Comanche
Come on Blackfoot
Come on Shoshoe
Come on Cheyenne

We shall live again

Come on Arapaho
Come on Cherokee
Come on Paiute
Come on Sioux

We shall live again.






The Song Playing is from the movie Braveheart

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