06-08-2019, 03:54 AM
Ojibwe Boy,
Somewhere in the joy of the dance
your eagle feather has fallen
to ground.
No sage smudge on earth will save you.
The elders will say their prayers
but only after father
offers up his best tobacco
to make amends.
You're going to hear about it
when he gets you home.
Somewhere in the joy of the dance
your eagle feather has fallen
to ground.
No sage smudge on earth will save you.
The elders will say their prayers
but only after father
offers up his best tobacco
to make amends.
You're going to hear about it
when he gets you home.