THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
(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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