GNRT THOUGHTS INDIGENOUSNESS

You may have noticed throughout our trip across this country
over every mountain, river and stream
as we’ve marveled at all her beauty
there’s been an underlying theme.

With every mile we drove…every step we walked
we quickly began to understand…
no matter where we go in this country
there is an indigenousness to the land.

Everywhere we traveled we found stories
of indigenous legends, of their cultures…of their giving
of those who were here long before we came to colonize 
and destroy their way of living

Across this country we have crossed innumerable indigenous remains
from Seattle, Washington all the way to Indian Harbor, Maine.

(In case you’re wondering…Indian Harbor…the last name that I dropped
was the original name of Corea, Maine…the last place that we stopped.)

And it saddens us to think how different our world would be
If it could have been designed…
with the indigenous knowledge, legends and folklore
we so callously left behind

There is sill hope for our country…we believe
still time to change…to understand
but to do this 
first…
we must stop…and listen
to the indigenousness of the land
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