photo by Natalie Stites
As far as I roam
Horizons endless
Prairie grass
Waving, shining, golden
In prairie wind
Meeting the reservation sky
Until they are parted
So violently
By asphalt driven across
By not one person
Caring about the horizon
Asphalt leading way to concrete
And glass and big city dreams
Not in the Lakota tongue, yet
Rising next out of prairie grass
Offering opportunity
Away from the reservation sky
That shines down beautifully in
A thousand thousand colors
On a young Lakota girl
Wanting more than prairie grass
And the beauty of the sky
That beckons so many of us home
-dlh
Just A Rez Chick 
Such a powerful photo and poem! You caught the mood perfectly. Thank you!
I am not from the Reservation, but I was born in SW Minnesota. I love the prairies, the wind, the feel of my home. From the time we left ,and I was small ,I missed it. I missed my Grandparents, my connections, my Petroglyphs here. There is no other place I have lived where I feel more at home. Even when times are hard I still feel HOME.
I meant to say that this puts it in words, my feeling. Isn’t this what Poetry is supposed to do for people?? Well done~Thank you expressing and loving your home.
I hear it’s call too… well done
Just beautiful ! Thank you for sharing.