Navajo Lullaby

by Solveig Paulson Russell

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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.

    Illustrated by Ron Crosby