People Of The Land Poem by Nick krakana



I know a people of the land

Who some say they do not understand

The thirteen Moons they know of well 

The seasons change and the tides swell



They are simple with no complexity

They know the land and its healing touch

It gives back oh so much



The original keepers of this land

Here so long ago for you and me

And some say that it was the Cree



Kind and gentle greeting all 

Beneath the virgin timbers tall


Take the time to say Wachay

While you are out along the way


First a nod then a smile


It’s a way of friendship you will see

From our brothers of the Cree



NK©
September 2008