Sacred Buffalo, Great Buffalo

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A guide, a star, where warriors go.

Sacred Buffalo of the Plains
Great Buffalo, spirit bold,
Guardian of the stories old.
You walked the Earth when time was young,
And taught our songs before they’re sung.
Your breath is wind, your steps are drum,
Your horns like moons where visions come.
The children learn from where you tread,
To honor life, to share their bread.
You gave your flesh, your hide, your soul,
So every clan could still be whole.
We danced beneath the prairie sky,
With grateful hearts, and spirits high.
When winter came with teeth of frost,
You stood your ground, bore every cost.
Through you we lived, through you we prayed,
The sacred path you never strayed.
Now painted on the feathered shield,
Your strength remains, our wounds are healed.
In dreams you run through fire and snow —
A guide, a star, where warriors go.
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