The first step out my door toward Standing Rock

This is my first post to my Blog . It is late enough and a wild night and I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head,And cut and peeled a hazel wand,And hooked a berry to a thread;And when white moths were on the wing,And moth-like stars were flickering out,I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame,But something rustled on the floor,And someone called me by my name:It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone,And kiss her lips and take her hands;And walk among long dappled grass,And pluck till time and times are done,The silver apples of the moon,The golden apples of the sun.