Manhattan Manahatta Memories

Upon my asking a lone Lenape what happened to their tribal home; so soulful that he barely told me the tragic tale of how it had gone. The white man thought he coyly took it a thing that he cannot ever own. It's lost and changed, cracked crooked what will happen next, remains unknown. Our sense of self, of our longhouse fires this "hilly island" turned to stone. On that same old ground stands soaring spiers where "bow stave" hickories once were grown. Like low blowing leaves in wisping winds our spirits spun sorrows through the years. There are too few left to tout the ends to soothe away ancient father's fears. We drew deepest strength from sweet silt soil the same on which too many people stand. When we try to reach, dream, climb 'n toil; then roam high steel in the skies so grand. Notes: 20 lines rhyme For centuries before the Dutch renamed Manahatta (Mannahatta) in Lenape language meaning "hilly island", to Manhattan in the 1600s; this land had a rich Native American history. Today it is called New York City. The Lenape natives inhabited this area well before the 1500s. Europeans disadvantaged indigenous peoples as they hastened to turn tribal reservations into personal property for themselves. This is not a proud part of American history. 1/16/21 written