Mom, can Buffalo fly?

Lines in sand

Oil in sand

Life in sand

One grain of sand

One eye of a needle

One dark cloud

One puff, puff, puff, puff of

Smooooooooooooooke

Where is that peace pipe now mother earth cries!

Now who makes her smoke?

I must call call call call that ancient of days now!!!!!!!!!!!

What can be done now MY CONFEDERATE FORREST GOING TO SAND?

By the force of man yet not found

Culture creeping creeper I AM.  I find; gathering supper can be found yet on land

Washing creeping chemicals, adapting, enfolding, gather I transformation!

Within within within within…………….oh, yes ancient of days answered Me today

I still fall asleep under a blanket of stars, a warm fire,

And family stories, values, ethics, and belief to strengthen and console us all

……….oh they can’t take away living on earth with me

Oh draw lines, stars, rainbows and know who carries you over the sand

the power of the wind that moves sand

Brothers, sisters of sand, seed, plants – who tamed the world through word

Raise your voice, raise your voice raise the rafters raise your voice!

Oh words in motion give me song! Make me wanna roar like a

Buff Buff Buff Buff aaaaaaaa loooooo and liiiiiion

Give me wings oh and I soar

Imagine a soaring buffalo

Oh never heard of such a herd before!

Flying buffalo?

by Trudy Adam

Words In Motion 2014