Native Moon. Poem by Michael Cochrane

The wolf howls in Montana.
This place where Native americans lived in nature, hunting the buffalo.
Memories are in the earth and the voices of a noble race.
Native Elders at the campfire hand down stories of the land and their history to the youth.
They lived in a garden unspoiled before the onslaught of the Europeans and genocide.They recall, the warriors the braves, the chiefs.
Sitting Bull, Red Cloud, Crazy Horse, still ride the plains.
Never forgotten.