The Shaman ...... verse 3

And now a cry from Wolf he hears
A song to raise the white man’s fears
Lifting and falling long and slow
A haunting call that tells them; Go
And leave our land, not bird nor beast
Nor Red Man harm. Our Buffalo is not a feast
To fill the white man’s bellies on
So get ye hence and now …. Begone!
The Shaman smiles and listens well
That tale that only Wolf can tell
But he can hear a different song
Within that sweet blood chilling psalm
To Wakan Tanka a peon of praise
To dim the nights and light the days
So all his creatures can live free
The way that they were born to be! ............. to be continued

Jen Whyte
3/12/07

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