The Return


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The Return..KEYWORDS: Native american poem native american poetry indian poem

AUTHOR: Little Heart Flower

Downward trodden in this valley of great hunger.

My wounded spirit lies dry upon the barren

floor of life.

My skin a withering road map.

Eastern winds around me blow.

While in the north no more does my star glow.

Dark cloud is at my door

in this my house made of evening light.

I see the universe.

I see myself.

It is in the wind that gifts me life

and when it ceases with my ancestors i go.

As my interior becomes cool

i return to that where false never was.

Over the line where sky kisses earth

as a spirit

i return.

–Little Heart Flower@