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Random Poem:

17th Annual Ancestor Walk at Bolsa Chica
Isabelle5

Some come in moccasins and fringe,
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some with shirts proclaiming their tribe,
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but most are in jeans and t-shirts.
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The day is blisteringly hot.
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When we get to the Mesa,
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an elder offers tobacco from a red pouch
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then the grandmothers sing songs
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to the ancestors, asking forgiveness
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for not doing more to keep developers
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from disturbing their bones.
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We face East, then North toward
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the sacred Pine tree on the Bluff,
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listen to the old stories
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while a young woman with
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elegant tattooes prays over us,
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saging us with sweet, cleansing  smoke.
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I ask a stranger, "What do we do
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with this tobacco?"
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"Give it as a gift to Mother Earth,"
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he whispers.
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I watch and learn.
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Some people throw it to Mother Sky,
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others leave it hidden under a plant
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for Mother Earth.
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Humbled and content, I follow the group
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back to our starting point,
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wishing I was close enough to hear
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the Hummingbird Song, listening instead
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to young women behind me
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speaking teen-aged wisdom.
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"Stop complaining, it isn't adventure
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without suffering!"
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I grin and take that statement home,
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wishing I had pretty shells
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to make into necklaces,
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put into their hands.
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