Written by: Vernette Hutcherson

  As the sky turned dark
  The elders knew a storm was coming
  The totems in the graveyard were swaying
  To the song the wind was humming

   The old men could remember well
   The storms of long ago
   And they would tell the stories
   So the young ones would know

   "Don't forget," they would say
    Make the totems strong
    For they must stand forever
    Through all the storms that come along"

    When the skies cleared, the sun came out
    And  there the totems stood
    Protecting those in the graveyard
    With the magic carved into their wood              Vernette Hutcherson 8-16-11