every labor day week-end

[Mary Barkett]

 

i listen to the rhythm

 

of (native friends)

 

just down the street

 

i can hear their longing

 

i can share in the yearning

 

 

mother earth

 

help us feel

 

complete

 

 

let us find our ancestors

 

let us fill

 

our longing

 

let our prayers

 

be answered

 

let the field

 

be open

 

 

let healing of spirit

 

help us

 

soothe her wounds

 

 

there are drums in the air

 

give us hope

 

from despair

 

keep us chanting and in prayer

 

past defeat