Hallowed Ground
Sioux,Saura once trod here.
Dwelling here on river's edge.
Their Spirits remain.
Quiet.
Hear them now,
Footsteps on the path we walk,
voices in the breeze.
This is hallowed ground.
Each tree,rock,mount,stream revered.
Let it be so now.
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