(Dedicated to my grandfather, Carl Trout, who first introduced me to the White Buffalo)

by Ron "Modar" Knight


When the sun goes down

And the moon comes up,

When the winds begin to blow

And the clouds start to gather,

Across the stars you can see

The spirit buffalo begin to run.


When the air fills with static

And nature unleashes itself,

When the wilderness creatures gather about

And lend their song of life in harmony,

Through the sky you can see

The great white buffalo rumble on.


But when the land is misused and overrun

And its beauty spent and corrupted,

When nature is stripped and ravaged

And pollution flows in its veins,

You can see in the clouded sky

The buffalo stumble, fall and die.


Yet if you give of yourself and work to help

And listen to the voice of the earth,

If you dare to hope and believe

In things greater than man,

You may yet see in the star-swept sky

A small white buffalo running by.

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