Sacred Places

You will walk with the buffalo across these plains
when the suns set flaming in the west.
If you feel the heart of the earth then,
match your steps to its dark beat.
A chill may creep in,
but the breath of the herd will warm your blood.
You'll trip over fences that sear across this holy ground
like the deep battle scars of your ancestors,
ancient souls of the defeated now caught in the winds.
You'll hear the distant snorts of war horses long gone
and weep in the night
for all that was lost and all that yet remains.
Time is a thief and you can't escape
as it steals your history, your land,
and the faces of your people.