| written by Oniena Onda A Wyandotte Woman of the Longhouse |
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The fragrance fills the ayre of the tall green forest centuries old with the morning light filtering through dark evergreen branches ever-dripping of the ever-early morning light. One tiny, small beam gained strength from the climbing sun and pushed into the bowels of the grove It shot across a clearing underneath dark limbs of ancient weald but stopped short instantly, gently upon the face of she-Wendat who was resting quietly on the forest floor. A peaceful woman, timid as a deer yet strong like rushing waters after a storm. She lay on the dust Of the bones Of her ancestors The great waters nearby Sparkled in early morning fair Reflecting the fire of the sun Waters glistened with passions and flare undone She stepped into the liquid lake To sooth the robe of her flesh And raised her arms at length To catch the beams that kissed her soul And sang softly And sang softly of joy to behold. This is her Circle the circle of life. This is home The land and water Without strife. Come back Wendat Return to your home. |
| Come Back Wendat (pronounced "one-dot") |
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