We Rise
Long ago
when the Buffalo
first began their endless journey
North to South
East to West
We shared
a heart
and we were
One Spirit.
Together
we lead the people
as great warriors,
healers and keepers
of the stories.
We made out shirts
and we danced the dance
of the ghosts.
We could not stop
their bullets,
but this did not matter to us.
It only released us from our shadow bodies.
It only sent us onto a Higher Plain.
We laughed
as we sang our death songs.
One by one
the Buffalo
are returning.
Each spring they calve
and bring us back with them.
Over and over
we slowly return.
Over and over
we fly higher
in the Blue.
Each time we fly
we come closer
to the real world.
We have been faithful
to the vision
and
one by one
We rise.
Copyright © Debra Coppinger Hill | Year Posted 2006
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