Native Star
By Michele Habel-Coffey
Woman of the Stars Rushing Through the Sky
Eyes cast down upon the blue
Native daughter, filled with Muse
The sacred birch was made for you
To them you sang your spirit songs
Spinning tales like spider’s webs
Glistening with the Northern dew
Dancing with the flows and ebbs
Of greatest lakes with tides that pull
And push upon your countenance
Tis the moon that had its way with you
And led you to this happenstance
But neither sun nor moon gave greater light
Than the prose of fairest Leelinau
Her words they fell like gentle flakes
And did land atop the whitest snow
Where her footfalls left a path
Showing, leading, guiding through
The darkened forests of new lands
Back to sacred Manito