by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He came to do plumbing work,
bringing an elderly man
with him.
If you have a job
in Indian country,
then you must support
an elderly person
or a relative.
Last year
the young carpenter
who came to do work
brought three elderly workers,
paid them out of his wages.
They spoke Dinè
to each other,
quietly,
throughout the afternoon,
finished their work
and then left
for the long, winding road
toward home.
The plumber dropped
the old man at his home—
because this is
the “Indian way.”
fourwindowspress 
Beautiful.
Thank you, Anna. Love Ethel
Would that that were the way for all of us!
David
I must agree. Love Ethel
I echo Anna Mark: Beautiful.
Thanks Caddo. Love Ethel
There’s something deeply satisfying – perhaps I really mean moving – about this, Ethel.
Thank you John for this. Love Ethel
Much that has been lost can be regained. you offer an ever timely reminder.
That’s a wonderful thought. Love Ethel
Respect for relatives & elderly, the “Indian way”, seems like a good way…
An example to follow … such lyrical wisdom in ‘just’ telling the story, Ethel.
That’s such a nice, unique poem!