While the rich man skis - a poem
Bison in Yellowstone during a snow storm.
WHILE THE RICH MAN SKIS
Hushed silence, the Sioux, Lakota warriors speak
Soft voice shares ancient wisdom
In a world of ignorance that doesn't heed
White man, prick your ears, there's much to learn in a world of greed.
Hear! Your elders come to teach.
Storm clouds, steady snows, o'er the sacred Yellowstone
Through frozen ground hot fire heats, stamping feet
Drums beat, thunder roars, eagles soar, battle has begun
'Neath Big Sky buffalo die, the black snake sneaks
While the rich man skis.