Reservation… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry reservation poem reservation poetry ML Hunter
Hear, Little Sister, hear
while the wind stands still
ancient voices speak to you
across the great river of time
come back to us
the old ones say
as a child you walked in the light
and knew the words
leave your stone university
and teach our young
the sacred tongue of their grandfathers
while the wind stands still
here, Little Sister, here.
© 2004 ML Hunter
Illinois
