MIWOK ON DAFFODIL HILL
Old Miwok Woman Old Miwok Man
Climb the Hill of Daffodils where once The People roamed
Among the Oaks for acorns Where one Time
They called this Land their Home
Small and brown and tough like acorns
Round and black, deep eyes - and smiles
The Daffodils smile back at them
They recognize their wit and guile
Deer bow sweet in memory
Daffodils bow sweet as well and even Wind
Bows to their formal path among
These Flowers - All are Kin
This Miwok Woman Miwok Man
Are of the Earth as I can't be - I am so new
To these Mountains I am not capable at all
While they are Mountain through and through
I know they are not Noble Folk
But they are Noble all the same and True
To Daffodil and Apple Bloom and
All that is this Spring Anew
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