Native Blog Archive on February 26, 2011, 14:00

by HorseFeathers, age 17

My boots are worn from roads of old
Skin is tanned and leather tight
I’ve played my part and I’ve rolled the dice
lost a few and gained a blessing
cause I’m finally headed home

I’m gonna wrap my arms around
my mare’s neck and whisper that I love her
we’re going to ride and run under summer sun
so don’t you try to stop us
When I finally make it home

I’ll walk into the backyard
where I rode up on daddy’s shoulders
and helped mama