Moccasins

Beaded

Leather

What colors, he asked, do I wish them to be?

The design, do you like?

Could this really be?

A dream to walk in shoes from the old

My family they did from ages ago

A gathered seam

Beads placed here and there

Sewn together, color is everywhere

The animal I thank every day for its hide

And he blessed them with smoke that rose to the sky

I wear them all day and into the night

My feet run fast with happy delight

A treasure, a gift, that is dear to my heart

Thank you John Murie

I wear them with pride