Not until the hairy man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustice upon us and the families we loved , was it “wild” for us. When the very animals of the forest begun fleeing from approach , then it was that for us the “wild west” began.”
Poetry is usually dedicated to nature , and great powers of nature , or to their gods , or to life. The poems are mostly philosophical , especially those who speaks about beings.

Yonder in the north there is singing on the lake.Cloud maidens dance on the shore. There we take our being. Yonder in the north cloud beings rise. They ascend onto cloud blossoms. There we take our being. Yonder in the north rain stands over the land..Yonder in the north stands forth at twilight the arc of a rainbow. There we have our being.