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On the Trail of Yesterday
In the beginning the Great Spirit gave the
prairie rare gifts, The mirage, the warm rains of springtime, the
grasses and the flowers, The buffalo, the village by the river and the
children basking in the sun. Happy were we then, oh, my people! But from the East a white warrior came and
with a mighty arrow wounded the
prairie; And the grasses and the flowers withered
and the herds and the villages melted
away— Melted, oh, my people! as the snow melts
before the Chinook. In time the wound healed, but a scar was
left—a long, white scar across the
prairie's breast.