"Wild Bird Singer Sing on!...Nothing lives long but the earth and mountain...what remains in the fire, in the flames becomes the final song...listen hard to the words...from the winter's whiteness they come...and on this day too old to run am I...too old for the land of the young...Black Kettle raises the flag...the air is crisp and cold...here at my home I sing...Nothing lives long...but the earth and mountain....White Antelope is my name." ~Charles Ballard