Ispeming Poem by Fred Jack Amikoonsgiyamanitoumahwhingon Miles

Nosanam Ishpeming ayayun. Oseemau showaanaamaashun. Nind enewick nindgoosa. Okeeshanouun nenewin mudjaa pouuguck.

Ishpeming the land above, where all the Wolf's trails lead. During times of fasting and medicine dreams, was once alive, full, and green. But we wandered from such ways as these, and walk on concrete instead of through trees. In Ishpeming the dust's been set free, no longer held down by rich carpets of leaves. The Manitou Spirits surely do flee to an alternate Afterlife to where our own Spirits leave. Chippewa Elder