When Cultures Collide
Where the river ends
And the ocean begins;
Cultures collide
And history’s tide,
Erases a way of life
For the indigenous people.
St. Lawrence Iroquoians
Welcomed the French
To the shores of ‘Kanata’
At Stadacona;
With ceremonial greeting,
Exchanging gifts and ideas.
But only the riches of the land
Are considered worthy:
Natural habitat retreats,
And the environment suffers.
First Nations people would fare no better,
Against these foreign invaders.
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Notes:
‘Kanata’ is the Saint Lawrence-Iroquois word for village; referring to Stadacona (present day Quebec City, Quebec), and was interpreted as ‘Canada’ by the French explorer Jacques Cartier (1491–1557), in 1535. The St. Lawrence Iroquoians existed from the 14th century to about 1580. They soon disappeared after the arrival of the Europeans, and it is suspected that diseases transmitted by the Europeans to them (for which they had no immunity) were a major reason for their demise.
Categories:
saint lawrence, culture, education, history, native
Form: Verse
The Iroquois, the Ottawa, the Potawatomi, the Crow,
The Lakota, the Chippewa; all dwelt by their shores
And in their deep forests, but are there no more.
Yet the Lakes remain; their waters abide.
Clear and quiet they lie on calm summer days,
But send ships to their bottoms when gales roar in their skies.
The abyss of Superior, so cold and so dark,
Holds tight to its secrets the Ojibway said,
And the waters of Superior never gives up its dead.
The waters of Michigan, not so cold nor so deep,
Yet, like Superior, its secrets they keep.
The waters of Huron I see in a dream
Flowing over the ghosts of primordial streams,
Past islands and trees, always south towards the sea.
Receiving their waters, Erie, with skies luminescent,
Sends them on crashing over the Escarpment.
Then on through Ontario and the Saint Lawrence,
Passing Quebec, passing great forests,
They reach their goal, the wide gray Atlantic.
Like great Superior,
My secrets lie deep, my secrets lie cold.
They lie in an abyss and will never be told.
But there come to me times when I want just to go
To that vast Ocean wide;
To flow into the deep and there forever abide.
Categories:
saint lawrence, nature, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme