Oh Sacred White Buffalo

The buffalo herd raced across the plains
Winding their way to where he lay hidden on a hill
He waited, making sure his smell was downwind
Then carefully rose and looked out over the herd
But there was no Great White in sight

Ol' Grandfather repeated this story many times
Of the first time he'd met the Great White
How suddenly he knew he was no longer alone
And turned so quickly he let go of his arrow
Immediately wishing he had not

The Great White stood motionless as the arrow found its mark
Then his sad eyes spoke to Ol' Grandfather's saying,

"Oh mighty warrior, do you not know
What you have done this day
For I not only watch out for the herd
But stand strong over the entire Indian nation."

The Great White and Ol' Grandfather became as one that day
And Ol' Grandfather became a great and mighty leader
Never again did he hunt the Sacred Great White
For now he knew they each had their own place
In this vast space we call... Mother Earth

I will pass this story on to my sons
And they in turn will do the same
For we have come to realize
What the Great White actually represents