I Was Four Years Old Then, And

And I Say The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of The Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All The Children Of One Mother And One Father.

And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.

All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling Your Name.

Crazy Horse Dreamed And Went Into The World Where There Is Nothing But The Spirits Of Things. That Is The Real World That Is Behind This One, And Everything We See Here Is Something Like A Shadow From That World.... It Was This Vision That Gave Him His Great Power, For When He Went Into A Fight, He Had Only To Think Of That World To Be In It Again, So That He Could Go Through Anything And Not Be Hurt

Once We Were Happy In Our Own Country And We Were Seldom Hungry, For Then The Two-leggeds And The Four-leggeds Lived Together Like Relatives, And There Was Plenty For Them And For Us. But The Wasichus Came, And They Have Made Little Islands For Us And Other Little Islands For The Four-leggeds, And Always These Islands Are Becoming Smaller, For Around Them Surges The Gnawing Flood Of The Wasichu; And It Is Dirty With Lies And Greed.