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Buckskin Beauty
Buckskin beauty waiting so long by self.
Rise up Raven Crow and make Tawpow glad.
We will go to Neeva’s high wind blown shelf,
place where eagles soar and eyes can’t be sad.
I will bring the open sky your flowing
night black mane that reaches low to shoulders.
A crown Peel herself does covet making
other sky gods jealous mean beholders.
Go with me to Stuba’s stream and we’ll fish.
I will show how line and bone with meat can
take from Stuba’s cold hand prize god might wish
you to place in leaf on coals that I’ll fan.
We have light to go to Neeva’s high shelf.
Peel and Stuba wait us why sit by self?
Copyright ©
Alfred Berggren
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