Her wooden flute brings back to me those profound ancestral thoughts
Her breath provides the sounds
simplicity escorts
Mary Young Blood’s melody
The teepees I can see
Its sunset over yonder
Where together we all be
Once we had such fellowship
Our sacred lands were ours
Where we were born we grew the corn
and slept amongst the flowers
Till the white man came
to plunder, to deceive us,
how he lied
Promising a harvest
and so many of us died
Such arrogance a for thought
Destruction of our land
Despite our depth and culture
Which he couldn’t understand
Her breath provides the sounds
simplicity escorts
Mary Young Blood’s melody
The teepees I can see
Its sunset over yonder
Where together we all be
Once we had such fellowship
Our sacred lands were ours
Where we were born we grew the corn
and slept amongst the flowers
Till the white man came
to plunder, to deceive us,
how he lied
Promising a harvest
and so many of us died
Such arrogance a for thought
Destruction of our land
Despite our depth and culture
Which he couldn’t understand
Listen to that melody
its the wind that comes at fall
Its the Bison at the cliff edge
Answering the call
Its the howling of the wolf
Its the gentle sound of Deer
Listen to the melody
And the memories will be clear
(Whilst listening and watching
Mary Young Blood’s performance
posted by Lil Bro Lone Wolf)
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.