Dancing Teepees: Poems of American Indian Youth

Selected by: Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve
A few of my favorite POEMS from this book:

Tble
Tble,
named for the cold star
appearing after the blizzard
ceased its wai...
Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve
I like this poem because it tells about how the kid is
imagining after he can not see the eagl...
“There is the ordering of my elder brother!”
-Navaho
I like this poem because even thought the little
brother doesn’t have...
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  1. 1. Dancing Teepees: Poems of American Indian Youth Selected by: Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve
  2. 2. A few of my favorite POEMS from this book: Tble Tble, named for the cold star appearing after the blizzard ceased its wail. Hers filled the tent at life’s first shock. Birth wet, Tble, Steaming in the frigid air Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve I liked this because it was telling about how the night was shining after a blizzard, and a star comes out after, saying that there is new hope. I Watched an Eagle Soar Grandmother, I watched an eagle soar high in the sky until a cloud covered him up. Grandmother, I still saw the eagle, behind my eyes.
  3. 3. Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve I like this poem because it tells about how the kid is imagining after he can not see the eagle anymore. We Chased Butterflies We chased butterflies to give us endurance in running. After we caught one, we rubbed our hearts with its wings, saying, “O, Butterfly, lend me your grace and swiftness!” That was a boy’s first lesson. -Plenty Coups, Crow I like this poem because it is telling about some of the lesson a tribe needs to learn. Farewell, my Younger Brother Farewell, my younger brother! From the holy places the gods come for me. You will never see me again; but when the showers pass and the thunders peal, “There,” you will say “is the voice of my elder brother.” And when the harvest comes, of the beautiful birds and grasshoppers you will say,
  4. 4. “There is the ordering of my elder brother!” -Navaho I like this poem because even thought the little brother doesn’t have his older brother any more, he will see him in the work he is doing, and in his dreams. If you want to read more Indian American Poems from long ago, to find out more: (you can get it in the library)

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