Kagakshi-Raven

Kowabmago maske’wot notin, He glides above on tacit wings, Pne’to giwe’ bye'ton Silent as the death he brings; Kshe’mnito anwe'we'ksit nibwe, The Guardian of departed souls, Me'kte'wate'k migwin iwkshe' With feathers of the darkest coal; Puknine azhi me'mkwe'ge' Protector over all things dead, Ogama mnogizhget kizhuk My Sentinel flying overhead.
~This is first Potawatomi then English~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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December 6, 2010 at 8:13 AM
It is Potawatomi-People of the Fire.
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December 4, 2010 at 1:13 PM
Interesting and intriguing piece Tirzah... a vision of descriptive creativity my friend.. enjoyed with luv.. happy weekend...
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December 4, 2010 at 9:14 AM
Quite an image of this sentinel overseeing departed souls, Tirzah. Which people speak Potawatomi? Are these Native Americans? The story behind the poem sounds like it was inspired by Native American believes. Stunning! Love, Carolyn
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