POW-WOW
Beautiful colors....sound of the drum,
Light footed dancers...People now come.
It's the season for joining of tribes.
A pow-wow is coming.
The women are cooking
the children are running.
A long hard winter is past
starvation and cold took it's toll
Our storage of meat didn't last
We had only maize for our bowl.
Now three deer and a rabbit on the fire
and herbs, for our failing are fresh.
We'll trade with the others the stones,
moccasins, and furs, our best,
for the food they have gathered
on their march to attend.
The hard times for another
season will end.
The grass dancers in their finest regalia are here,
preparing the field for a safe ceremony.
A show of our people and all we hold dear.
Several couples will join in matrimony,
our guards are on duty , so there is no fear.
Come all my people,
A POW-WOW is here.
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