My American Dream dates back
To the days of the buffalo
Before Christopher Columbus came
When the Americas was a turtle’s back.
My dream is to taste the salt of the seas
To hold my babies up to the moon
So that they can see a dream
Of a time when nature soothed
The spirits of our ancestors
Provided all the nectar we wanted
To taste the sweet Earth’s lips
My Turtle Dream is to caress Mother
With my backside laying in her grass
While watching Grandmother Moon.
