"Running Buffalo"
“Running Buffalo”
My name is Running Buffalo
For buffalo ran through our valley
The day I was born
My time was 1786
When life was free
When life was clean and pure
Our clan is the Bloods
Of the Blackfeet
Our brothers the Piegan
We lived in a vast area
Including Canada and Montana
We were free and natural
Hunting when we needed
Fishing when we needed
Respecting nature always
Blue were the mountains
And hills
Green were the trees
Green were the valleys
We lived in
And wandered through
We treasured Napi’s bounty
Treated it with respect
Living harmoniously with all
With Napi’s heaven above us
We were free and happy
Our souls were clean and pure
I have seen Wounded Knee
What happened there
What still happens there
I have seen Moccasin Flat
What happens there
What still happens to all tribes
From Napi’s hunting grounds
I have seen white men
Destroy all they touch
They do not seem to
Respect nature
They do not hunt or fish
All tribes have
Their Wounded Knees
Their Moccasin Flats
All will die
Before white eyes finish
From hate and greed
All will die
My name is Running Buffalo
© Sam Hyde
01-09-11
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