by Ethel Mortenson Davis to the Navajo
I’ll bring a peach sapling
for you–
for the peach trees
that were cut
and burned.
And I’ll bring seed corn
for you–
for the corn that was pulled
out before it gave birth.
I’ll bring two lambs
for you–
for all the sheep
they killed and laid
at your feet
there on the ground
with your tears.
fourwindowspress 
. . . I’ll bring the water
for you —
for all the streams
they drained
starving the land
of its future.
That’s a good comment. Ethel
when will we ever learn?
Ethel, I feel strongly the sentiment in this poem. There is a deep spirituality in your poetry that resonates strongly with my own sense of Gaia/nature, and the thoughtlessness of “civilization”. This is a poignant and powerful poem.