Silent winds hold down the tale Of an ancient yesteryear Beneath the mounds and forgotten trails The memories are hidden here No longer smoke the Calumet No longer a whistle blows All are buried here together With the Arrows and the Bows

So many stories are still held inside Many we will never learn The Sacred Fire has long ago died Never again to burn No longer to chase the deer No longer praise the dance All of it buried here With the Bonnet and the Lance

Once stood majestic in the thick of a forest a kingdom in their time But time has crept and now they rest In cities of yours and mine No longer feasts or games All buried here within the mound Though ancient still sustain

Spirits Together