Under the raven's eye

Three

Cradled by the waterside amid a towering fence of shadows

Rivers of wool weave in graceful pattern work

Eking out an existence beside the rising mounds hauled skyward

Eager invaders bring forth their wolves to chase us

Kneeling in the brush, I anticipate the beating hum

Dim-witted rustlers venture for our lifeforce

Endearing light giants teach by tree stumps

Lush farmland is hard to come by

Arches of smoke destroy my enemies

Where the sun stands, I no longer fight

An island chain is graced by a bear god's entourage

Righteous dreams inspire dances for passed shades

Entering into a bargain with a demon

Hovering above the sage brush is deathly heat

Our fairest sport the squash flower

Precious life flows both clear and red

In times of thirst, wise elder women weave tales of hope