MY FATHER
My father is tall.
He is strong.
He is brave.
He hunts and he rides
and he sings.
He coaxes the corn
and the squash plants
to grow
out of the sand-dry earth.
My father has magic
in his finger tips.
He can turn
flat pieces of silver
into things of beauty.
Sometimes
I hide in the wide folds
of my mother's skirts
and look out at my father.