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Author Name: Freewilliamgoldenpen 11 Comments
Date Added: February 04, 2007 18:02:28 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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White Buffalo







" Wakan

High on a ridge under a hot desert sun, stood a white buffalo, majestic and proud,
as he watched a herd of his brothers being hunted under the early morning cloud.

Being forced towards a dead-end canyon, white men would butcher and kill,
untill every single one would lay on the dusty ground, perfectly still.

Their hides and horns were all the white men sought,
yes, a quota they had to meet,
Carcasses would be left untouched, because no meat would they eat.

White Buffalo ran down to the desert floor, his brothers now to save,
today, non would he leave to suffer an end, of the herd so grave.

On the desert floor he now stood, at the entrance to the canyon of death,
calling the herd in the dawning light with his loud commanding breath.

His brothers were in panic, running towards their certain end,
when the head of the herd, heard his call and then started to bend.

They responded to his voice of protection, and ran to his urgent call,
away from certain destuction at the canyons dead-end wall.

White Buffalo stood not moving an inch as his brothers passed him by,
now he looked up to the heavens, and let out a mighty cry.

From out of the spirit heavens came a stampeding herd
of white buffalos in ghostly form,
as between him and the riders, they stirred up a raging dust storm.

The riders and their horses were thrown into disarray and alarm,
as the dust blinded and turned them, but for the herd, it was all calm.

The storm abated long enough for the riders then to see,
the spirit forms and white buffalo, who had set their brothers free.

Fear now gripped the riders as they came to realize,
these ghostly form had come to them, out of the spirit skies.

So turning their horse the other way, they rode as fast as they could go,
away from the vision before them, that was an army, and aWhite Buffalo.

Author's Notes:
Re-post

Just found the picture.


Sigs by Katerina

~ Signature by
" Wakan Tankan Nici Un "
(May the Great Spirit walk with you)



~ Signature by Katerina ~
Katerina ~



~ Signature by Katerina ~
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on July 18, 2008 09:40:12 PM Report
OH MY~~~  I loved this to bits. Gave me goosebumps!

What an exceptional piece of writing.

Love the pic too.

~Cindy

 

 

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on October 23, 2007 12:05:31 AM Report
Wow! I like this, William. Is that you on flute? ML
Comment By: FreeS on March 2, 2007 03:00:55 PM Report

i think its albino


Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on March 2, 2007 02:42:07 PM Report
wonderfully arousing of spirit energy. What idiots many are to act against those of the invisible....

 

Ali  x

Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on February 25, 2007 12:40:59 PM Report

Brilliant William

Love this!

Comment By: PremiumBlake Hightdudis on February 16, 2007 03:49:54 PM Report
Wow wonderful story and poem.
Comment By: FreeWide Awake on February 15, 2007 03:35:13 PM Report
William,

This write made me shiver more than once...You have that brilliant knack of conjuring the most touching stories...

This was very inspiring! Beautifully presented story and morals~

Hugs,
Pamela
 

Comment By: PremiumVizualEnsemble on February 5, 2007 12:34:06 PM Report
Awesome write dear!! I truly love it.....This will go into

my favs! I love your style.....The spirit from the past lives

on....awesome!

~Penny~

Comment By: FreeGlata on February 5, 2007 07:30:32 AM Report
Perfect photo and music for this write! Great work, William...absolutely great work.

Hugs

Glata

Comment By: FreeAngel on February 5, 2007 03:44:49 AM Report
You have created a beautiful haunting vision of the past.A wonderful creature to be protected from harm. The spirits came to help them survive. The music and picture majestic. Magnificent overall

 

Love Angelxx

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on February 4, 2007 08:49:50 PM Report
William,
So glad you posted this once again... the flow of this poem really reaches out to the reader...Music and picture sets the mood.... Hugs ~ She Whispers





 


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