A new red sky is rising
over proud moments
of meanings that last.
Stand tall all my memories,
stay on Earths old land,
carved Totoms of my Kin.
Gentle breezes murmmur down stream.
Rabbits, coons and birds
listen
to the tall grass sway.
Totom poetry speaks.
Sweet, carved cedarwood
scents all curved thoughts
that fly toward my fingers eye.
Bear awakens to bring the honey
as the Eagle dips
down from the sky.
The night Wolf howl stops
when elk hoofs move away.
My people, all life,
hear my prayer.
I, as one beside you
with my breath
may I please Thee.
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