Poetry By: Lucy Bear Meeks

White Man's Brand

Herds of white buffalo run in the sky grandfather speaks of summer gone by wigwams and long houses no longer stand our children wear the white man's brand.

Eagle soars freely in our dreams white man's world is never what it seems cherish the GREAT SPIRIT embrace freely now tomorrow the world will forget how.

Grandfather speaks of winters gone by mothers of warriors not to sit and cry wigwams and long houses no longer stand our children wear the white man's brand.