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