Native American Sadness...

A vanishing way of life.

What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
What will we do when grass turns brown
and railroads crisscross the smallest town.
What will we do when the herds don’t roam
and the flocks have flown to some distant home?
What will we do when the people dance
and chant for yet a second chance?
What will we do when the chefs conspire
around a very low and dying fire?
What will I do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?

Author's Note

Saw a photo, 1865, of a Native American whose sad expression haunts me..