Navaho Child
Oh Navaho Child
I see your life unfolding.
Your life is like mine,
forever we are growing,
to be ONE.
In our tribes we live,
seven-cornered hogan.
We eat simply, we eat.
We sleep on woven memories.
Our nights -- are so dark,
silent -- yonder the wind.
In sacrifice of our tradition,
we need more...yet only existence.
We speak a language,
inaccessible.
Yah-te-hey...Yah-te-hey
We sense your world,
your world surrounding ours.
Your world is our night,
and we sleep to you.
We sleep to the stars,
and we sleep to you.
Oh Navaho Child....
Written at the Navaho Reservation in Chinle, Arizona when I was 17. I later made this poem into a song.
