She walked out from the blazing skies

buffalo robed and piercing eyes

 a beautiful spirit with flowing hair

a sacred woman beyond compare.

She held a pipe for all to see

she shared the wisdom of what will be

she spoke of ceremonies, and songs to live

the sacred ways..to get to give.

A promise someday they would see

the land returned, a people free

a small white buffalo will come at last

all will live, forgetting the past.

Today the pipe is still held high

honor held up to the skies

a promise that will never part

white buffalo calf woman...lives in our hearts.

Debbie Robbins, greeneyessmiling