- Mountains surround us.
Various shapes and colors, they are.
Some of them are sacred mountains.
Whitemen come and they destroy them.
Why do they do this?
Yet they are very dear to us.
- Giho Du'ag stands there,
Waw Giwulk stands there,
Winta:na stands there.
There are many of these.
I wish they would just stand there, untouched.
From When it Rains: Papago and Pima Poetry edited by Ofelia Zepeda, University of Arizona Press, Sun Tracks Vol. 7.
© 1982 Angelina Saraficio.
This poem is also available in the 'O'odham language.
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