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Goy-Kee-Kiowa
Al Momaday
Catalog No: 2000-186-138
Goy-Kee Kiowa
The blood red shirt feels silky on my hand.
My lips look like a pink pencil.
The hat on my head is black and rough like bark on a tree.
The feathers hanging off my rough hat are soft and fluffy
Like a pillow.
In back of me I could hear a faint sound of drumbeats and
Singing.
The blood red shirt smelled like tortillas being made.
The ground underneath my feet was hard, hot, and crunchy.
I am thinking about when I was younger my Mom would
Always have tortillas and hot soup ready for dinner.
Courtney Chapman
Lawrence Intermediate School
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