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My people, My nation, Our divine Light
I think deep within the walls of my
memory, when stories were told
to me by my great grandmother, the
love she had for her Chippewa nation
the divine spirit of the high lands, with
mother sun, father moon.
My Beautiful Nation
Her fervent heart kept time to the drums
her people gathered around dancing
when the moon was full and bright
flames high, sparks flying heavenward
the breeze blowing softly across the mountain
pines, wiper-wills echoing with the chants
of my people, Chippewa spirits of light
bringing forth laughter and wonder of
power, wisdom, and knowledge.
My Beautiful Nation
Chippewa Tribe
Michigan
By DerenaBree
© 2019 DerenaBree(All rights reserved)
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