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