Buffalo Moon

Buffalo Moon

A Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.
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This is the scond poem Hope you, the readers enjoy it.

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The Buffalo Moon rises tonight!

The Buffalo Moon is brightest tonight.

It is not white, the Buffalo Moon.

 

The White Man slaughters the Buffalo.

and fill their bellies with beef.

While our women, our children starve.

 

Hear the thunder? Distant.

It comes nearer, yet there is no lightening

the sky is dark but cloudless.

 

Ta tanka is coming! The buffalo return!

They come with the Buffalo Moon.

It is not white, the Buffalo Moon.

 

Red is the Buffalo Moon

Red like us! The Buffalo Moon id red.

It is not white, the Buffalo Moon!

 

We are the chosen of Ta tanka

They has returned

We are again one with Ta tanka.

 

Ta tanka is with us!

Hanta Yo*

Brothers of the Buffalo.

 

Beneath the Buffalo Moon we dance.

We feast again beneath the Buffalo Moon,

our women sing, they forget their hunger.

 

Our children run, jump, laugh---

their empty bellies filled

beneath the Buffalo Moon.

 

He has given his life for us.

His blood, red as the moon he has shed for us.

His great heart he gives to us.

 

Ta tanka dies so that we might live.

We dance to honor his sarifice.

The Shaman sings.

 

From Ta tanka's shaggy coat

our women will fashion robes

from Ta tanka's hide they will make moccasins.

 

Hanta Yo brothers of the Buffalo

Beneath the Buffalo Moon

 Metako yassi** we are one with Ta tanka***

 

*Hanta Yo---Welcome, Clear the way

**Metako yassi--- we are one with Ta tanka

*** Ta tanka The buffalo--- tanka Buffalo

 From the language of the Brule Sioux

 

 

 

 

 

© 2011 Patches I'm not so new anymore.


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Again, nicely done. I like the way you worded things, "He has given his life for us. His blood, red as the moon he has shed for us. His great heart he gives to us." You worded it kind of hopefully, like the buffalo knew what he was doing, and he did it willingly. Good job!



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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a clever and nicely written homage to the values and beliefs of the native plains americans. master stroke!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Gee whiz, and I have no Indian blood in me so I woun't be spared..Nice thoughts of Indian thoughts in this one..lola nd God bless..Kathie

Posted 14 Years Ago


Captivating! The white man has much to answer for across the world, whether the victim be the aborigine or the native American. Brilliantly written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


If it wasn't for greed we would have more buffalo's than we do now. One culture did it for survival and only took what was needed while the other culture did it for profits and took and took and took above any need needed. I like the distinction between the white moon and the red moon, like night and day. Great write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Again, nicely done. I like the way you worded things, "He has given his life for us. His blood, red as the moon he has shed for us. His great heart he gives to us." You worded it kind of hopefully, like the buffalo knew what he was doing, and he did it willingly. Good job!



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! I love the unique language you're using here. It's such an unique piece of writing. Reading it was like travelling around a brand new universe. Well done indeed!!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Patches I'm not so new anymore.

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