Sweet Grass
I smell it in small bursts
instantly it delights my nose
it's faint at first,
but going west, stronger it grows.
Soon I find the swath
I cut some and I know
it is the same path
taken by my ancestors long ago.
I laugh and dance
happy to find my own
a patch of seet grass
the great spirit has grown.
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