Father's Land, Mother's Song

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I follow ponies 'cross the stream  
While as they drink among the reeds,      
Spring-choked water, stiff-backed stems  
That pull upon my buckskin hem.      
     
The sunset air alights the glow      
With only sounds of currents' flow.    
Of dandelions' lazy rush      
To graze across my cheeks their blush.      
     
I step upon my Father's land,      
The water from my leggings' ran      
While on a journey heading home,      
And I with Mother's song to roam.      
     
For there ahead of me I hear      
The lilting weep of Mother's tears      
Where lodges of ghost shaman stood,      
And songs that did her people good.      
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