I watched you grow up
in that Circle
You took those songs
into your feet and
traveled with the
Holy Ones
I
listened to grandfather's
stories of how Monster Slayer
and his brother
Born for Water traveled on
rainbows and lightning
and I dreamed
of how one might do this as
you danced amidst
those northern rainbows
and those southern LIGHTNINGS
I took the Drum Road
You took
the Dancing Trail and
with your
beaded mocassins
| you | pounded | out |
the courage of the People
you took our family's sorrow
sweated it back
to Mother Earth while
your outfit shone like a thousand
beaded stars
| we were renewed | |
| by your endurance | |
| agility and grace |

I sang
the people's pain and joy
| You | became | them | ||
| twisting, bending, searching, finding | ||||
| the Beat | ||||
| riding | |
| the Melody |
| Song to Spirit | ||
| Mind to Soul | Breath to Blessing | |
| Body to Energy |
and
when we watch you, AJ
the Trail is so clear
with Steps unfaltering
for
| Hozhoo Naahaasdlii | |
| Harmony becomes again |
as Hope whirls
before our eyes...
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