Chokecherry leaves are red,
Money trees quake a young grasshopper green.
Bark dazzles you like the snow vest
On dancing boy as apples so good are gone
Outside the kitchen window
Beyond right through that narrow passage.
Jocko, who is going to teach me to dance?
Should I ask the dancing boy to show me how?
Knees bent, legs raised, arm up, ribbons
Flowing in the wind, eagle feathers, dancing, dancing.
They ask me to go to Wounded Knee
but I say I am helper here at home
and I have to tend to the garden.
They agree, for people have died at Wounded Knee,
And it is time that they come home.

I am home, that is all the wisdom I need to know
For now. White bird dancing.
Everyone should have a place at least once
In their life that is secure, where they can
Come and go as freely as they want,
Break camp, dancing boy, you have the mountain,
Sing me your song, teach me your dance.