For Hawk Littlejohn
Long Person, I come to pray with you
Where life begins at the edge of earth and water
You have been flowing since before I was born;
You will sing long after I am gone.
Hear now my voice and stretch it back
And onwards so it moves, like you, beyond time.
Wado! I am thankful for this old friend returned
Brother Tawodi, who stood with me on similar banks
In our Beloved Mountains, long ago,
We were brothers, not only in spirit.
Our friendship is sacred.
These words are True.