Literature
Dragonflies
Susweca Oyate . . .
Susweca Oyate,
Mune Wacte Anpehan
Oh my children I'm no man yet,
thirty years and I'm still crawling.
Lonely I walk on this black road.
Nothing to reap, nothing sewn.
Howling lonely at the moon.
Two steps back I'll get there soon.
Oh, I know the pull is strong,
breaking down when nothings wrong.
Look up to the clouds to guide you.
Believe somehow your tribe will find you.
Like Dragonflies through spider webs
This little test is not our end.
With a strong and willing spirit,
when you sing I know I'll hear it.
Oh my children gather round,
when tomorrow we have found
our place to congregate.
Together we'l