Native generations rise
at water, hoof and pad,
inhaled at dawn.
Native generations rise
at water, hoof and pad,
inhaled at dawn.
Weekly Photo Challenge (1) “Between”
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, dust, Greasy Creek, haiku, Indian Ground, Natives, photographs, poetry, water, Yokuts
We rise to dust we stir,
greet dawn with a cigarette
to clear our lungs.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged cigarettes, Drought, dust, haiku, photographs, poetry
NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch porems







