Corn Dance, vision behind my eyes of an ancient time the dance begins slowly unheard music is part of the air i was a young man then   i wore black crow feathers, black bear hide black paint changed my face my moccasins sang the red dust we each dance in a circle part of the larger circle as the light begins to change my heart beats strongly the sky turns red then darker it was my first dance a dance to pray for corn my legs are strong my body alive my blood is pure it knows it beats a sacred song i see more than i can touch when we beat the earth with our feet we are praying to the ground we ask the spirits of the earth for what we need this way we talk to the insects in the earth the animals that live there i feel more than i can see we  move together and our movements ask the gods for good crops we pray so we may live we pray for we believe we dance until it is finished dachi dakata i walk and can see over the cliff straight down to the sagebrush below i am alone i feel a part of all that is before me
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