Day 73 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
At the beginning of every day, I literally have no idea what poem will emerge by the end of the day. This poem has been ruminating for a while now. I've walked the Dakota trails by my house since I was using them to walk through the woods to primary school as a shortcut when I was a young girl. I always imagine this land bare of houses, highways, and railroads, seeing only wetlands and the villages of the Native people. I teach history and many of my students are Dakota and Anishinabe. Today on my way to work I was listening to the poems of Joy Harjo's An American Sunrise collection and I knew I had to write about Little Crow.
