Across the rolling breathing land, where grasses whisper like a choir.
The wind remembers every step of native people in earth and in fire.
Before fencing scarred the plains, before the coming of the Europeans and the iron horse.
The bison ran free and swept across the valleys.
Sitting Bull led his people into the fight with Crazy horse by his side.
At the battle of the Little Big Horn, the might of the US Calvary was defeated by the native warriors.
The greed of gold and land was plundered by the greed of men's hearts.
The bison were slaughtered one by one until the end.
A people's freedom to roam and live was wiped from the earth.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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