My Song To Wild Ramps
"Inspiring them to seek more Light"
Zitkala-Sa ...Native American Activist
Nov. 1st. 1898
I shall not seek to profit from your
Roots, oh noble plants~
Twelve moons ago I ripped you from
Your precious earth, my eyes glazed
With greed~
Drumbeats echoed in the waters of my
Brain, separated from your clan, I filled
My chest with silver on the ash-heap of
Despair, under the watchful eye of the
Spotted Fawn~
Winter changed my heart, I shall gather
For my sustenance only, as you intended~
Honor renews my spirit, as I give thanks
To my Creator for your magical healing~
This is your land, I am but a traveler who
Must not trespass upon your memory~
Hallowed is this ground that takes years
To nurture your growth~
Gratitude, is the blessing you bestow~
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