New Born Heritage

In a leather pelt, bundled, wrapped in woolen colors, with tender hands, a blanket of wild, a babe asleep

New born, is the native heritage, the power will be gifted, inheriting the passion, of a beating drum, of the soul

To love the land, to spread the soil, to kiss the stone, to ride the stallion, to build a promise, to dance to  a song, to swim the canoes

The tender skin, so smooth, the lips suckle, the mothers breasts, the child to grow, to endure, the eagles strength of his feathers

The richness, of mother earth, to hunt, to strive, to know his birth place, to love his grand parents, the ancestry of the past

To learn the ways of survival, to enrich the land, with seedlings, and bear children, of his own some day, to guide, to follow the rivers

Sleep little baby, my precious spirit, the new born heritage, and some day, you will say my name, and be proud