Full Circle

Across the river their campfires could be seen, A Lakota village so peaceful and serene. Where children played chase with a barking dog, And old men spun tales while sitting a log. A simple life was lived by them all, They moved each spring and again before fall. They lived this way for many a year, Before the white man started moving near. Greed was not a part of the things they knew, It was a bitter pill and hard to chew. Their land had always provided what they would need, But now they were facing a people so full of greed. The white man came and found the yellow ore, And told the Lakota’s they could not live here anymore. They fought for a way of life they could not keep, And forced onto reservations so many tears did they weep. A proud nation that was brought to their knees, It could happen to us so heed what I say please. There is an old saying: what goes around, comes around. There is much truth to these words I have found. Things are a changing and it is our heads on the block, We had better pay attention to what is going on, best be a watching that clock.