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Sharmagne Leland-St. John, Native American poet, concert performer, lyricist and artist of the Confederated Colville Tribe of Nespelem, WA. Sharmagne lives in California and tours the

U.S.

Canada

, and

England

, as a performance poet, either solo or with her band of poets "Poetry in Motion." Her new chap book "Unsung Songs," is in its third printing

Tiny Warrior

You never saw the spring my love

Or the red tailed hawk circling high above

On feathered wings my love

You only knew the snow

You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow

And undulate like the shimmering indigo sea

You never saw me

Your eyes were closed so tight

They say you put up quite a fight

Somehow your life was over before it had begun and

Gently did i touch and kiss your tiny-fingered hand

Born too soon

You never saw the silver moon

Or the light of a summer's day

Last night i dreamt a gathering of eagles

Had come

To spirit you away

Born too soon

Your tender heart

Could not beat

To the pulsing rhythm of

Life's taut drum

For Nikolai 1982-1983

Gaoyohe

Cayuga Wolf Clan

The Dream

The newcomers of 500 years ago, they are still our brothers and sisters

Our ancestors thought they were our true brothers

These brothers only dream of one thing today

That is to take as much as they can whilst they forget about tomorrow

Now we truly know they are our younger brothers.

That’s their dream and I know we have dreams too

Many of our people young and old alike are dreaming many dreams too!

These dreams are buried deep in the hearts of the people

These dreams are waiting to be shared.

Let us gather once again as a many people of great nations

Let us come listen to the dreams of the children, youth, adults and the Elders

Let us gather, to dream a new dream!

A dream that so great that it will take us and our children’s children into the next

500 years

A dream that once again takes the best of the best and is put into a new bundle

A bundle that builds upon and comforts one with love, compassion, and joy

A bundle that anyone if they so desire can carry to use for their family and be willing to share with the next family

Let us again be a shining example for the rest of the world to see

Let us gather up the ambers we all carry to make a great fire

A fire that burns so high that is fueled by truth, honesty and giving

A fire that was built almost 500 years ago still burns in the hearts of our people

Let us rebuild that fire so that it combines the dreams of our ancestors with the

dreams of today’s dreamers

Let us make our ambers burn so bright again that we can take them back home for our families and for the people

Let us dream and continue to dream a new dream for the next 500 years.

danetoh!

September 29, 2003

Luc Majno, She:kon! Gwe! Bonjour! My name is Luc Majno, and I live in Caraquet, New Brunswick, in eastern Canada. I live my life as a musician and a photographer/cameraman, trying also to piece together this past I have inherited, so that I may come to Peace with it some day. I hope my humble submissions to The Tree Of Peace Society will help see the other side of the coin, another cultural perspective.

Please feel free to respond or communicate with me anytime: majno@nbnet.nb.ca Other submissions by Luc Majno

CROOKED SCISSORS

a writing

Everywhere I look, I see crooked.

In all that I do, I think crooked.

My lines that I cut are crooked,

My life with others, with Nature,

All of it is crooked.

How can this be?

Maybe because the tool is crooked.

Maybe because the one instrument

That I am using,

The one who has taught me all that I am

Is crooked, and I now realize this.

There is only one thing to do.

I look at my scissors.

They are crooked.

I change scissors.

March 2005

christmas in july

we have belittled everything around us

we have confused the seasons in time

our arrogance is starting to speak

louder than words can shout at us

we have created christmas in july

have we no understanding of the circle of life?

is our ignorance going to bury us in our own waste?

can i no longer take a walk on the beach without seeing our polluting ways washing in with the tides?

some of our wrecklessness is more difficult to conceal,

and it creates what I call

christmas in july

the life we lead is not sacred by any means

we live far from his grace and his word

changing It as we go along to suit ourselves and our laws we have created

for this is the reason why my words have no higher case

no case to go before a judge

for even he may be throwing paper out of his window

in his car going home from work

all I can see is my little place on this earth,

but it can grow bigger if i want it to

bigger in my heart, bigger and louder

So that the next time i go for a walk on the beaches near where i live

i may be able to contribute to never seeing another

christmas in july

-july 8, 2004

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