As the eagle flies

From the times of the ice they lived.

Long before the whites lusted for their lands.

Old women sang of the first horse on the plains.

Some called the wolf their totem, others the eagle.

This is about the eagle clan living on the plains.

They moved as the game moved.

Life was harsh but they are the eagle clan.

Known for their herds of ponies.

On raids they painted white eagles on the ponies.

Being feared as great warriors.

Time moved as the rivers flowed.

Talk of the pale men coming.

It was time of great change.

The plains would never be the same.

You can stand and hear the soulful cry

of a lonely eagle circling.

Still looking for his long lost clan.