GOODBYE TO MY HOGAN
My mother's hogan,
I feel safe
with your rounded walls
about me.
But now I must leave you.
I must leave your fire
and your door.
The sheep need me.
I must go with them
to a place they know,
but that is strange to me.
I put my moccasins,
my precious moccasins,
by your fireplace, my hogan,
so you will not be lonely
while I am gone.