Four Indian braves, out on a mission
Heavy hearted, in search for food
All four of them were earnestly wishin'
For a good catch, to lighten their mood
The Braves were all of the same mind
Thinking to split up . . . Two by two
Two, went to the river, for spear fishing
Two would hunt, the dense woods, through
It was in the dusk of day, they went
After praying to the "Great Spirit"
For courage, and blessings to be sent
Helping them, enabling them to bear it
Knowing others were planting the fields
Some tanning leather or stringing beads
Understanding , they must work together
Taking care of their wants and needs
They knew the day would be very long
And soon the sun would be high
Yet, want and need made them be strong
Continuing on, with a grunt and a sigh
Other days, they went hunting Buffalo
The beast, that gave them so very much
Food for nourishment, fur for warmth
Bones used for jewelry, arrows and such
At sundown, the four met again. . . .
Proudly displaying, their catch and kill
Now to go back, and a fire to begin
Each eating to contentment, and fill
Indian tradition, hard . . .Yet proud
As they lived off of " God Given" land
Drum beats of music, heard out loud
Native Indians standing, hand in hand!