In Remembrance of the Anishinaabeg
Close to the horizon
Under the heart of the Sun
Come the Anishinaabe.
The breath of the Moon guides them.
The circle of their lives is woven
Into All that IS.
Their stories are held in the heart of the Stars.
Their songs serenade the Wind.
Children of the Ancient Ones…
Brother Bear, Sister Sky…
Wolf and Eagle still call your name…
Linda M. Rhinehart Neas ©1998