From her voice, in beauty, it is hanging.
SONG OF THE DAWN BOY (Navaho)
Where my kindred dwell, there I wander.
Child of the White Corn am I, there I wander.
The Red Rock House, there I wander.
Where dark kethawns are at the doorway, there I wander.
At the yuni, the striped cotton hangs with pollen. There I wander,
Going around with it. There I wander.