Halona
My dancing spirit traveled with the wind to prepare a way for Yuma.
My spirit travels with the wind over the tall pine trees, the mighty oak trees, and the grassy knolls, past the Mississippi, and the Nanih Waiya Lake to the sacred Nanih Waiya Mound.
There my spirit prayed to Hashi Ikba to protect the soul of my son from Impashilup and lead him to the passage of his ancestors.
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Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2023
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