Navajo Poems - Poems about Navajo

Can you hear them? The tribal chants Chanted only when a member advance Can you feel it reverberating in your bones? Can you hear the distant tribal people's tones? With binoculars - watch the tribal daughters dance There's the chief with a headdress and mask There's the tribal elder - concocting a potion There's the diplomatic princess - with all of her...

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Navajo celebration death is life wakan tanka in the sky where earth people become holy people the soul is now free from suffering...

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I believe I may be Navajo my mind is telling me so I can't help it but when I dance the rain makes all things grow The universe is in my heart the nation's will return Respect for mother lay in her womb The fire walkers will one day burn A land returned piece by piece by lost souls...

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your eyes, black diamonds as dark and potent as your soul your skin, the color of your sandstone mesas your hair, a sacred silky, shiny, black mane stranded with blue lapis, white shell, and red corral Navajo princess with your big burning heart full of Native sorrow generation after generation of poverty, degradation and shame, opportunity stolen before your ancestors were...

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He was already an old man the first time, at us, he waved and that memory is one his sister and I…in our hearts have forever saved. We learned his name was Joseph…and as a general rule the three of us would sit together on his porch…on our way home from school. I’m not sure what makes us...

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Perched within the fair La Plata just beneath the great San Juans basking in the starlit rapture as the dusk approaches dawn Lies the point of inspiration where lost souls have found their way each unto the revelation offered there in Rafter J. Abandoned by the Anasazi tamed by Ute and Navajo across the river Animas between the rock and...

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I ride the mesas Wherever I go Are Hopi, Zuni, And tall Navajo So many people On dry, barren land All Trump says is, "They sure have got sand!"...

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Navajo Spirit The Amazon is amazing, so why are you still destroying, Its beauty and your integrity? You are a monster devouring. This natural beauty is in our way; So we must destroy to build again. We must cause Mother Nature incredible pain; For she has given us all these trees and this bloody rain. A forest stump wouldn’t complain about...

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Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir As “Soaring Feather” was tuft mothered, from Navajo out of Chief Eagle Gray's desire But, now less wild panes opaque of Dine', behind leather...

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Spirit of the Navajo How hard life has become Reciting prayers of long ago Alcohol an escape for some How hard life has become Water is a scarcity Alcohol an escape for some Look at them with pity Water is a scarcity Wells will soon run dry Look at them with pity How could one not cry Wells will soon run dry Land stolen, left alone How could one...

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A red Navajo blanket Shines in the setting sun— Marking a cowboy’s final rest When that long ride is done. There will be no wood marker Or stone to note his place— We’ll just remember laughter And long recall his face. “Please boys,” he asked us softly, “Do one last thing for me And put that Navajo rug High where the world will see. “An old dying...

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