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A Native American Celebrates

I come to the Pow Wow
to dance,
to sing,
to sense who I am.

The beating of the drum
makes my feet
start to dance.
I shake the gourd rattle,
I sing.

I become one
with Mother Earth.
Grandfather I feel
is proud of me,
I sing.
I'm renewed.
The Circle is closed.
I celebrate.
I Ya IYa O

© David Kaw

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