A familiar place we have never been
Classmates that become family and friends
Squirrels that hop to and fro
To classes and Curtis, we go
Laughter in the night echoes across the grounds
In the witching hour there are only ghost sounds
Long braided hair and basketball
We are trained and educated to stand tall
Children of the Creator and great Mother
If only we don’t mess up at Brothers
Hand games and singing everyday
I am sad I have to go away
Make the grades and prove your worth
Getting ready to inherit the Earth
It can be easy to feel like lesser
We seek guidance from our ancestors
Find peace in the wetlands
Dance with a cute Lakota girl in the bandstand
Night conversations and the unknown
Some of us do not have a home
The magic of Haskell brings us together
Making good memories that will last forever
This is just beginning
Prepare to take life by the handles
I will leave Haskell grinning
As I remember all the socks and sandals
