Poetry

Fox came around the corner of the house

Stopping to poop- Banks will go crazy about that

The audacity!

My bold red headed friend – like fox

Is coming for tea…

We have co funded a scholarship fund

On Pine Ridge- at Lakota College.

The two of us having gone up there in our 50’s.

A week of living in a third world nation.

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The kids wrote poetry

I must of prompted- smell and touch.

The one I selected for you is called Big Bats

(The name of gas station on Pine Ridge)

It is written by Eliza Star Comes Out.

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When I go to Big Bats

I see people talking

I can smell the food there cooking

When I touch the ice cream, it is freezing

Sometimes I can hear kids screaming

When I go outside

I see cars all over

I can smell gas all over the place

I touch oil with my shoe.

It doesn’t come off.

I hear the cashier talking on the intercom

I can taste the dirt in the air I am breathing in.

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If you want to contibute to the

Gerald One Feather, Leonard Little Finger

Scholarship fund- send me an email.

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