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his fetlock is like a fine eagle plume;
his legs like quick lightning.
My horse has a tail like a trailing black cloud.
The little Holy Wind blows through his hair.
My horse with a mane made of short
rainbows.
My horse with ears made of round corn.
My horse with eyes made of big stars.
My horse with a head made of mixed waters.
My horse with teeth made of white shell.
The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridle
and with it I guide him.
I am wealthy because of him.
-From a Navajo song
Barbara Hall (c)
