“
This is a song the Papago Indians like to sing when they go traveling around somewhere:
They have gone,
The birds of the sky.
They have gone,
The animals of the earth,
They have returned
Along their own trail.
On a white rock under the Moon,
On a red rock under the Sun,
On a black rock they sat,
On a yellow rock they rested
And looked back and saw butterflies,
They looked behind them and saw
A whirlwind,
And they watched the whirlwind
And it was a tree
Standing in a cool shadow.
They sit
...more
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― A Pima Remembers
― A Pima Remembers
“
By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,
From there the wind comes and blows over the world,
By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,
From there the clouds come and rain falls over the world.
”
― In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
― In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
