settlers came to the frontier lands holding guns in their seizing hands the tribal people's tears and blood fell on the earth in a torrential flood*
they'd been dispossessed of terrain so lasting was the anguishing pain their ancient grounds ceded away to the occupier's colonizing sway
the Indians of the vast Dakota plains had a culture under great strains the foot-print put down by forebears was nearly lost like the brown bears
yet the spirit of the tribes still survive in their ancestral territory it's alive they've a heritage enduring of flow *which is seen in the sun's risen glow