נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

The Free Ghost Wind

The free ghost band blows above the buffalo herds
Above the cedars and birch, as they weep
Above the mountains and the canyon walls
He's the spirit of the Father Land
It's you to remember that
The ghost whispers:
Now you're not relevant to American life
But I have the time
It's not upon the warriors to make the change
It's for the Great Spirit Eagle to judge
The ghost wind blows:
You have to cry
Wo-ha-li*

July 2, 2011
* eagle