Keeper of the Plains,
Do you grieve that the grass is gone,
buried under plowed fields
and acres of wheat?
Keeper of the Plains,
Where have the buffalo gone?
Far faster than your hunting parties,
they have disappeared into
the sweep of history and change.
Tipi towns no longer arise,
and the council fires have gone out.
Your eagle feathers are still beautiful,
but they have lost their power.
But the plains remain.
You and the Great Spirit
have faithfully preserved them
and dotted them with victory sites
where you have beaten the white man
at his own greedy games.
