Imported Poems

Great Spirit,
Show me how to
Love your
Earth, how to
Kill the
Buffalo and
Do it
Kindly. But

The mission
Bells
Ring.

We offer thanks and prayers
To Little Bear and
Dance wildly
For rain;
My love watches and waits for me.

But the
Mission bells
Ring.

I ask the
Stars to
Teach me
Well, and to
Let the
Wisdom of my
Ancestors
Live forever.

And I
Sing as I
Ride through the
Wind in the
Tall grass,
Grateful for this wide land and
Wider sky -
My spirit is fed
By the larger
One
Above.

But somewhere
Ahead, in
Distance and time,
I hear a
Different Sound.

And the
Mission bells
Ring.