In Northern Wisconsin

 
That woman is a good woman
We must leave her alone.
That woman killed
A deer, cut its heart
With a stone. She made stiff shoes
From bark and whistles
From bone.
 
That woman, her sister fell
Snapped on the ground.
Was a chestnut
Morning with yellow,
Green grass all around.
 
That woman, her father
Sat on the great river
On snow on the river
Over fish under the leaves
To pray and pray.
He never came home.
 
That woman, her boy
Carved bows and
Carried fire in his hair.
His name was given him
By our Uncle the Bear.  
 
That woman is a good woman
We must let her be.
Let the Spirit decide when
To pull the roots from her tree. 

One response to “In Northern Wisconsin

  1. Anne Boelynn

    This would make a great song!

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