The Indian's Song

On an ocean of grass
that stretched as far as
the eagle could see
they lived:

the buffalo--

majestic, graceful
master of the plains
supplier of life
hunted by only my people:

the Indians--

proud brave
we worshipped
the land and its creatures

for we are a part
of the whole world

each part important
we owned nothing
we used everything

and we worshipped the spirit
of the buffalo
for its sacrifice
so that my people could live

unlike the white men, . . .

Paul Vernon Deffendall
February 6, 1992

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