My Song To Wild Ramps

"Inspiring them to seek more Light" Zitkala-Sa ...Native American Activist Nov. 1st. 1898 I shall not seek to profit from your Roots, oh noble plants~ Twelve moons ago I ripped you from Your precious earth, my eyes glazed With greed~ Drumbeats echoed in the waters of my Brain, separated from your clan, I filled My chest with silver on the ash-heap of Despair, under the watchful eye of the Spotted Fawn~ Winter changed my heart, I shall gather For my sustenance only, as you intended~ Honor renews my spirit, as I give thanks To my Creator for your magical healing~ This is your land, I am but a traveler who Must not trespass upon your memory~ Hallowed is this ground that takes years To nurture your growth~ Gratitude, is the blessing you bestow~