Reservation Renaissance Bailey Dann Let me show you what I love The places where my ancestors walked Those hills and valleys, dotted with medicine, And all the jagged mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And watch the storms pass, By rushing rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There I will translate their songs I speak in ancient syllables, My words shine through the sun, Embroider’d with spider’s thread; Dyed with huckleberries, Through our ears our […] Continue Reading
