Dreams

A snow white Eagle lands in a nearby tree,
And the Buffalo range ahead.
The village lies behind us,
And in the wind we can hear the women
Singing the Morning Song over the cook fires.
We hear the whoops of the young warriors
As they play in a friendly hunt
While our children run along side of us,
Joy found in their innocent laughter.
It is a peaceful morning in our village,
And together we are happy,
But always I wake,and then those around me
Tell me I should be ashamed of my heritage,
Since the Red Man's world is gone.
You and I, we know better
For we live in my Dreams
And there is my heart,
As strong and proud as ever,
And my People do live on.