Keeper Of The Plains


Artwork by David C. Behrens



By Darren M. Grine


We know you as tatanka

 Others call you the buffalo

 You have been our symbol of life

 Once abundant as far as the eye can see

 You roamed the wide open plains wild and free

  The sacred earth rumbled as we knew you were near

 We prayed, as your harvest gave food, shelter, and tools

 Throughout time you provided and we eternally thanked you

 Recent events changed our culture, but you’ll forever be our breath

 We continually yearn for you and give great praise to you and grandfather

 Not to be forgotten, one day hopefully your thunder will be heard once again


Copyright © 2007 Darren M. Grine 


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