The Planting Song (Osage)
I have made a footprint, a sacred one.
I have made a footprint; through it the blades push upward.
I have made a footprint; through it the blades radiate.
I have made a footprint; over it the blades float in the wind.
I have made a footprint; over it the ears lean toward one another.
I have made a footprint; over it I pluck the ears.
I have made a footprint; over it I bend the stalk to pluck the ears.
I have made a footprint; over it the blossoms lie gray.
I have made a footprint; smoke arises from my house.
I have made a footprint; there is cheer in my house.
I have made a footprint; I live in the light of day.