Dakota, Lakota, Nakota,
Sioux,
Under a sky,
Roaming freely and happily,
Chasing the cloud shadows on the Dakota plains.
Throngs of palefaces,
Glassy blue eyes,
Tossed about in the air,
Wooden puppets,
Little animals driven by the herder.
Needlessly binding,
Made a plaything,
Tears left to dry in streaks,
I was not as happy as I thought I should be.
The young braves,
Bronzed children,
My mother tongue,
Among the great warriors,
The many stories.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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