Deep within the wooded land come echoes from the past,
Faces tanned as leather, night falling,
restful end of day at last
By firelight sits the red man, birds roasting atop the
Hard won food caught by traps and snares called by their Indian name.
Fish drying, hanging from trees above where the wolves
Smoke staining the roof of rock where young ones learn and old ones teach.
Feathers, clay and berry stain adorn the glistening
Shadows covering the moon, not letting itís light
Sounds of scraping arrow wood to make them fly straight and true,
When comes the light of tomorrow Ďneath skies of greyish
Hard but good the life of the red man as he works throughout the day,
Giving thanks to his Great white Father in his own special way.
Ponies grazing with contentment, a woman giving birth,
Another child to grow and learn to respect the life giving earth.
Buckskin cloths to cover manís nakedness his pride beyond compare,
Tonight Iím walking with the shadows, wishing Iíd been
©Norma Marek ~ 2nd March 2003
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