Blackfoot
There is only Land
with Wind
and Buffalo...
enough to eat
and wear;
enough to blow the tumbling weeds
across the plains
to seek Water from the Lakes.
A Nation named for blackened feet
in Prairie Fires;
once trod the Land
with tribal wear,
danced with Hawks
while Eagles spoke.
The Alpha Male,
a Winter Wolf,
once fearless, bowed to none;
a god of Timber
hungers now in skin and bones,
whimpers at the Moon,
and Land is all there is.
© Copyright 2002 Sandy Reynolds
Wolf photo © Monty Sloan Wolf Park
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