The History of Native American Indians
Long ago when the land was free and the buffalo could roam.
There were many tribes!
It was the Seven Nations.
The elders would sit by the roaring fires.
The Children’s would roam the Ground-playing Warriors that someday hope to be.
The squaws would do the chores of the daily routine.
Making Meals and tanning hides to soon Make clothes or shelter for the teepee.
The Boiling of water in the stomach of a buffalo.
The horn for drinking.
The brains of the buffalo make tasty meals.
The berries that were pick fresh that morning.
Pummice cakes and Mush.
The chiefs and elders smoking the peace pipe to mediate into the day.
The warriors playing on the horses showing all the tricks they learn.
The night come soon, It is time to build a fire in the middle of the campground.
Sitting in a large circle many will be there. Woman running everywhere to make sure the foods is plenty to feed the hungry crowd.
The praying and Chanting and most the dances.
All till partake the ceremonies.
The wolf howl in the back ground.
The buffalo snorts and running to let everyone know there are there.
With the piles of woods to make it roar loud. The hissing of the fire making it pops and pings into the night.
The circle of smoke flutter into a single line.
Then it goes up and up and then disappear.
The children fall asleep in the parent’s laps.
While the warriors and chief tell the story of the day.
The shaman will come out and tell the tribes of the vision he saw that day. And then many will go to the sweat lodge and mediate and keep the evil away.
Rock piles in a circle to burn the woods mix with sage, clover and sweet grass. Cedar chips and dung will burn to make the body pure and fresh.
Then they will run to the water of the river near by.
Plunge in and clean the sweat from the body.
They will glisten like diamond when the moon light their bodies still wet.
They will pray and chant and then go to theirs teepee and sleep for a bit.
For the first crack of dawn they will be gone.
To hunt foods and horses to take the old one and the young.
To the new camp ground for the winter.
Many will follow and some will die before the camp is settle.
For those they loose new born will follow.
The celebration of a new birth will begin.
For the father will be honor of his first born.
The Tribes of the seven nations.
Each one has special ceremonies they do.
For now it is time for us to teach again the way of life.
For Phoenix Rising has began.
The great bird will enter the land from the womb of Mother Earth.
Many white people will be doomed for life.
There will be many fires and flood everywhere.
But the Seven nations know where the safe place to hide while the Mother Earth makes room for the tribes to be safe.
Seven Nations will rise.
The land will be our again.
For the lands is freedom for the Indians to roam again.
The buffalo will roan and hunt.
The wolf will stay close to the camp,
To warn the camp of intruder that don’t belong there.
My Brothers and sisters.
For our lands will be ours again soon.
