Long ago when I was in grade school we used to recite this poem like a nursery rhyme. Now it sounds more like a funeral dirge. "Where we walk to school each day, Indian children used to play- All about our native land, Where the shops and houses stand, And the trees were very tall, And there were no streets at all Not a church and not a steeple, Only woods and Indian people. Only wigwams on the ground And at night bears prowling round- What a different place today Where we live and work and play!
I call upon every living thing in the area that came into my line of vision(the trees,birds,stones,clouds,and the Earth)to invite thier participation.I asked thier spirits to bless what is to follow in our journey.
but they weren't indians,they were the Sioux,the Cherokee,the Apache.Individuals the same as us.Those with the strongest wood for the strongest bows ruled,just like us.They migrated,just like us.Some did good drugs,some did bad drugs,just like us.Now they are us and we are them.
