Cree Name Poem

Rolls with the Purple Clouds

Her name tells of how

it was with her.

The truth is she never moved

too quickly.

Everybody learned she was content

to walk and wander

and meander.

When she rolled with the deer

they always crossed into her path,

or she was stopped by another.

The thunder rolls from her lips,

her nerves articulated through flame.

We started to see why she meandered.

But now when she rolls, she rolls

with the purple clouds, setting her

own pace.

So we understand why she never