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On Wings of Spirit

Earth's Shadows
by Fran Dancing Feather
Big Bear City, Cal.

Oh Great Mother, your face is changing.
You’re getting older.
Nuclear sadness in your belly brings pain.
Sky is brown above your head.
And your Native children cry.

But the great bird shall break free one day.
He will shake the Earth,
Crumbling the great towers to the dusty ground,
Laying waste to the greedy lovers of power,
Putting things back the way they used to be.

Oh Great Mountain, I’m getting older too.
My voice is cracking, when I’m defending you.
My song is out of tune.
The way of my people is dying,
Replaced by ignorance and war.

From the top of the Sacred Mountain,
To the crashing waves of your great oceans,
The simple truth remains.
Poisoned waters flow from the Continental Divide,
To the edges of the land of your dark children.

All that are left are the artifacts,
The hand-made jewellery and loom-woven blankets.
The ruins of the ancients are trampled by the curious,
And the drunken “Indian” stumbles in the streets...

But somewhere the Rainbow Warrior sails.
The “Earth First” children sit in patient protest
Among the redwood forests, never giving in.
The people say consciousness is raising.
Patience! Patience! Faith must long endure.

There are lodges, deep within the shadowed forests,
where the old ones enter the dreams of the children,
Saying “Dry your eyes, for we will live free again
Where the wild cougar walks in peace
And the eagle soars in unpolluted visions
And the Grandmother River sings to the seekers of peace.”