Once there were Buffalo roaming the grassy plains.
Thousands could be seen on any given day.
Many Moons would pass but the Buffalo would stay.
Moving up and down from grass to mountain and back again.
The streams and rivers ran free and clean.
The water was share with Earth, Animals and Brother.
It healed and cleaned and gave and it took not.
It Winter it would freeze but it would let all in but warm it flowed once again.
The trees shaded and moved the air.
They gave Earth, Animal and Brother life to breathe.
They grow tall and strong.
We use only what we need.
Of all the grass and seeds they are many.
We take only what we need and leave the rest for Earth and Animals.
We make our baskets, pots and clothes from what we take.
The grass and seeds give back again for many Moons.
We trade with Nations on our sides.
They trade with Nations on their sides.
We smoke pipe and sweat in lodge and make peace.
Many Moons pass and Nations have always been at peace.
One day White Man came.
We welcomed him and smoked pipe.
Many Moons passed and White Man trade with Nation.
Then White Man came to Nation and ask for more.
Many Moons have passed since that day.
We smoked many pipes with White Man.
But Peace was broken and Nation divided.
Then Land becomes smaller and everything changes.
White Man no longer smokes pipe.
Buffalo no longer roam on grassy plains.
Grass and Seed have been been lost in the wind.
The tall trees fell one by one and railroad took the Nations.
Now we live on a plot of land.
White man calls a Reservation.
We can not hunt or plant on this polluted soil.
We are left in hunger and without a Nation Pride.
We once Walked The Red Road but now,
We are what is left of the White Man’s Genocide.
This is dedicated to my Niece’s
Louetta Dawn Wilson
Tammy June Hedges
I Love You Both Dearly