The children were the ones hurt most by the invasion of the white people. They not only lost their, families and homes and were left to their own resourses to survive, but many died. On this page I have tried to show not only the devastation to the children, but their endurance and adjustment as well. Also below the poem you will find a few drawings done by my Grandaughter and our friend Preston. They wanted to do something for the page and I gladly accepted. As always, this page is graphic intense and takes awhile to load. Please be patient. Below you will find a VCR, just use the buttons like you would at home on your T.V.
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*****Let Me Be Me*****
I would like to be a tree
but you would cut me down.
I would like to be a river
but you would build a dam.
I would like to be a bird
but you would poisin what I eat.
I would like to be a deer
but you would shoot me for my meat.
I would like to be a fish
but you would catch me in your net.
I would like to be a coyote
but you would want me for my skin.
I would like to be a grizzly bear
but you would kill me because I'm rare.
I would like to be a flower
but you would pick me to take home.
I would like to be what I am.
Is there any hope for that?
by...Nancy Wood
(American Indian Poet)
© Copyright Oct 4, 1998, All Rights Reserved.
I wish to thank Cloud Dancing and Gold Wolf for allowing me to use their poems, Hyno Wolf for his help and
encouragement and the wonderful women in the
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