REMEMBER
In the Grandfather days
When we were the many
And Man the few
The Herd was so large
The sun took three tries
Crossing the skies
As we passed by you.
Some died to feed you then.
We remember.
We were so many
Our backs covered the land,
Like a forest
Of moving hair and skin.
Some died to clothe you then.
We remember.
The continuous sound
As our hooves struck the ground
Was almost as loud
As “Thunder in Cloud”
Some died to shelter you then.
We remember.
And now, Man, that you
Are the many
And we the few
What will you
In wisdom do?
Will you remember?