I have heard just the whisper
of drums that pulsed with life
when your moccasined feet crept across
the soft ground of Mother Earth.
Have I stepped to those same drum beats?
Has my Native blood coursed through
the thirsty veins of your history?
My spirit has danced with the Four Circles,
spun and twirled with its swirling winds.
I have honored my roots for they are the color
of courage that my ancestors have shown
and that have pulsed with Nature's life.
Have I been asleep but now am awakened
to the heritage that lies silent
within this yearning soul of mine?
The past is always present, always just beneath.
I have taken a deep breath and exhaled.
My heritage is within the micro-bursts of air.
I echo the past. It is why my heart wears moccasins.
