Frances Densmore

“Song after Battle:As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled.Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs”

“Dream Song:As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.”

“Dream Song:In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.”

“Dream Song:The heavens Go with me.”