The Land Loves Our Voices

Let’s sing the songsthat were taught to us by our parents. They are old, old songs and we know them well. Let’s sing as we walk the way we did as children. Let’s honor the trails and how they were made. Sing out! The land loves our voices. They are like seeds in the rain, fresh and green. Honor to our elders who followed the song lines, who sang the first songs, who took the first steps. They began the long journey to the future. Now it is our turn to sing the land.

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