Classic Poem

Lean and tall and stringy are the Navajo,
Workers in silver and turquoise, herders of flocks,
Their sheep and goats cover the hills like smooth rocks.
They wear velvet shirts, they are proud, they go
Through the sage, upright on thin bright horses,
Their speech is low.
At their necks they gather the black smooth cataract of their locks,
Quick are their eyes and bright as the eyes of a fox.
You may pass close by their encampments and never know.