Dana Falconberry Petoskey Stone
Treading north along the shore
I comb the dune grass through my hands
Lift my gaze and there it stays
Until two circling eagles land
Stretch my stride to beat the tide
I climb up higher for dry sand
Then with stealth I find myself
Upon a hill where two pines stand
And on this white sand, oh, however far I roam
Forever will I find myself back home
Eagle feather, oh, sturgeon bone
And in my left hand a petoskey stone
Petoskey stone
In a lull cry two white gulls
They clamor close to where I stand
Night will soon fall on the dunes
I gather branches with both hands
Northern air, oh
Sleeping bear, oh
Weathered birches torn and tanned
Winter's long
The wind is strong
But look at you, how still you stand
When I'm done, just as the sun
I shall set heavy upon this land
Before my shade, I'll hope I've made
A faint impression in the sand
And on this white sand, oh, however far I roam
Forever will I find myself back home
Eagle feather, oh, sturgeon bone
And in my left hand a petoskey stone
Petoskey stone
Petoskey stone
