Their baskets tell a story by design.
Jewelry shines with the wealth of turquoise stone.
Navajos see all Nature as a sign
Of creation myths as solid as bone.
We are formed in the world, souls out of time.
We find our place with Spirit’s help alone.
Humility, grace our reason and rhyme.
Our songs of thanks stir Mother Earth to groan
As we gradually turn deaf and blind
To the harvest she has graciously sown.
All kinds deep in one, and one in all kinds.
We must remember the vast riches shown.
All baskets tell a story by design.
In them, lie sacred secrets of our home.