Jingle Dancer
Standing tall and proud,
Princess wild, unbound
Not buckskin clad
But satin and ribbon
Raven hair braided
Hawk feather proud
Fan of feathers right
Hand on hip left
Jingles, silver and shiny
Reflecting the world
Lined up as
Soldiers at attention
She waits
Dark eyes forward
Muscles tensing
As the lead drummer
Raises his stick.
BooM, BooM
Sound reverberating
To the core.
The singers voices chant
She, startled deer
Springs forward
Right foot first
Spinning, dancing,
Feet moving to the drum
As jingles sing with
The rhythm of the voices
Feather fan raised heavenward
To honor the mighty chief
And she whirls and twirls,
Twist and writhe to the beat
Till the last boom echoes stop
Freezing, returning to
the modern world
once more.
No longer the princess wild,
but unbowed and proud.
Pam Smith, 1998