Betty S Ray
Native American Baby - Poem by Betty S Ray
Softly comes the night,
Moon Woman walks the land.
Rest well, my little one,
Member of a proud band.
And in Dream Catcher's web,
Eagle Soars, Bison runs free,
Wolf sings high and sweet.
Rest well, my little one.
Ancient legends guard your sleep.
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