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 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.

By: Debbie Robbins