Indian Dream (by Alora M.)

Indian Dream
by Alora M.

My nation was once so proud and strong,
our Chief and Elders still sing the songs.
In my dreams I remember when,
the warriors rode to hunt again.

Many buffalo ran this way,
the Great Spirit sent them from the bay.
We honored and cherished this gift to us,
we did not waste or kill too much.

When the white man soon appeared,
we were struck with many fears.
Though we would not shed a tear,
the buffalo quickly disappeared.

We tried to fight for many nights,
but in the end we had no rights.
The paleface taught us to be like them,
now we live as broken men.

In my dreams I remember when
the warriors rode to hunt again.