This is the sovereign medicine dance

For plenty peace 

And plenty water.

Happy Hunting Ground Dwellers say,

“The fountain within will never fail you.”

The ancient gates release their rusty hinge and open.

A fresh wind blows.

I feel the breeze.

The scent of green,

The Buffalo hope,

My nostril hairs quiver.

My horse stomps his front feet and glares.

He wants to run the dry river beds

Ahead of the storm.

Rain is coming.

-jenn