Navajo Lullaby

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    Hush, little Navajo,
    Close your bright eyes
    Now the good sun
    Has slipped from blue skies;
    Dark shadows gather
    On sagebrush and pine,
    And squash blossoms fold
    On the drowsy gray vine.
    Far on the mesa
    The wild ponies sleep,
    And tired rabbits rest
    Where canyons are deep.
    Now, little Navajo,
    Close your bright eyes.
    Stars soon will hear
    The coyote’s thin cries.
    Still is your hogan—
    No wind stirs the sand.
    Rest time has come
    To Navajo Land.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Ron Crosby