The High Hill of Old Age
Black Elk: (1863–1950); medicine man, Oglala Lakota
"I did not know then how much was ended.
When I look back now from this high hill of my old age,
I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes young.
And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard.
A people's dream died there.
It was a beautiful dream ... the nation's hope is broken and scattered.
There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead."
Thank you for your visit,