Treasure

these are the words of a seeker of light a believer in the knowledge of old through our fathers we reach a new height from their lives, and the stories they've told we must never forget, or sunder the ties that binds us all to our past for that is where our virtue lies honoring them, our Nations will last the river is calling out to be free and the sky, is where it's spirit will fly now, i hear the gentle voice of the tree gathering the winds, as they go by the fish in the river frolic with the bait as our men on the bank strive to catch some they seldom see them, yet still they wait landing a few, whose time has come the dog is silent, and watching for now the beaver is home dry, and resting we could be as free, if we knew how to ride lifes wave to its' cresting there are birds on the water, and some overhead they float, or soar, with the ease of belonging each content to live where God has led feeling no sense of lacking, or longing deer come down to the shallows to drink then return, to lay again in the shade they have no reason for fear, they think knowing somehow, our meals are all made i look to my poeple, and see reflections of me listen to the shouts, of the children at their game i am at peace, and the spirits agree this land and our TREASURE, are one and the same we've cars now, and jobs for the taking and fierce pride in anscestors long gone ours is a "new" life, of our own making and our Fathers are still with us, as we go on living this life that we love with peace, and harmony in the sharing looking always to God above for He is "Creator", alive, and still caring as long as our Mother, this land, is still somewhere and Wakan Tonka (?) lives in my heart then where i am, He is there nobility, honor, pow'r and love cannot part all this concrete, these people, so different from me that surrounds, and closes off my horizons all the baubles, light, shadows, trinkets, and wares that i see can't seperate me from the Wise Ones they are only proof that i'm free and i can still go home