Riding upon a whiskey river song, writing and contemplating all the while, finding just the right meanings and definitions to describe what's being seen.
Hurrying through rhythms, letting them hammer on drums, beats of excellence while strumming a guitar of hope, reaching interiorly, holding onto a sacred promise.
Pledging and taking time, wanting to always keep it safe and protected, a sign of Indian culture, never letting it go beyond the reservation while living in this world, a temporary situation that will eventually end one day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem