I am now considered an elder on my reservation it seems just a season ago that I was a little boy who spent my summer days running and playing in the woods. And it seems only one winter has passed since I was sledding with my brothers and cousins. In my dreams I still help my grandmother haul water from the spring. The seasons have passed so quickly. My heart still sings the songs of my childhood. I still feel but a child.
|Original language||English (US)|
|Title of host publication||Social Issues in Contemporary Native America|
|Subtitle of host publication||Reflections from Turtle Island|
|Publisher||Ashgate Publishing Ltd.|
|Number of pages||12|
|State||Published - May 26 2014|