Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson

As the sun begins to set in the west,

dark eyes greet the skies in a wish for the best —

dreams that may drift into this time and space;

visions that speak of a future someplace.

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From a mountain high in the midst of life,

she sees herself as a motherly wife;

a daughter, a sister, a friend she is, too.

The Great Spirit knows what she has been through.

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