Wild Rice
Beneath the Wolf’s breath,
rocks cradle my resting form.
Wild rice sways, whispers—
nature's soft secrets unfurl,
beauty bathed in dawn's light.
Note: Wild rice growing at mouth of Wolf River in Wisconsin on Menominee Indian Reservation.
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