The Pueblo People's History Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Long ago, in lands so dry,
People learned to plant and try.
Corn and beans and squash they grew,
From seeds they had, their lives they knew.

Houses dug into the earth,
Then walls rose high, showing their worth.
Stone and mud, a sturdy hold,
Stories in their homes unfold.

Big towns grew, a busy sight,
With many rooms, day and night.
Trade and paths, they found their way,
To sacred rooms, they would pray.

But sun beat hard, the rains went dry,
They moved their homes, beneath the sky.
To valleys green and lands afar,
Where new homes shone, like a bright star.

Then ships arrived, from far-off seas,
With different ways, that brought unease.
New rules they made, and faith they pressed,
But hearts of Pueblo would not rest.

A leader rose, with courage bold,
A story whispered, to be told.
They fought as one, a mighty stand,
And drove the strangers from their land.

Though years went on, and they returned,
Lessons learned, and wisdom burned.
More freedom found, and rights they kept,
While ancient ways, they still had swept.

Today they stand, in homes so old,
A heritage, more precious than gold.
Water they guard, and land they keep,
Their spirit strong, while ages creep.