Navajos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Navajos



Stamping around the lake, giving in to peaceful drumming
out on the reservation.

Away from the crowds and city life, happily being on their
own forever.

Listening to their olden spirits, obeying their past and
elders.

Giving spirits room for freedom, teaching their young how
to become real men.

Monday, December 8, 2014
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