Hard Life,Good Life!Quiet laughter fills the air as grandmother watches the childrenplay,the only toys are those home made cornshuck dolls and woodenhorses,cows and sheep.Rocks and stickes line dirt roads made with tiny hands,twigs fortrees build a forest a hole scooped out makes a pond for water hereimagination is in use.Day after day added to with lodges and cornfields,oh,lookgrandfather has carved some deer,such happy days spent in sunshinesmall brown faces glow with health and happiness.Hunting,fishing,working in the garden life is hard andtiring,young and old pitch in if the family is to eat,but grandmothermakes sure there is still time for play.Feed the chickens carry water see to the comfort of thehorses,the animals are cared for first it is on us theydepend,eggs,milk,and transportation they give to us in return.From before sunrise we are working time out for prayers of thanksgiving,a few more chores then comes school we are always greatful forthe summer.At home we are always learning,school to us is a place oftorture,no smiles then we are always sollom trying hard to get alonghoping today the teasing and taunting will not be so bad.Oh,sweet freedom of the summer the only fighting is with mybrothers,we may play pranks but would never truely hurt each other,tothe outside world we show a united front back to back we stand fast.Gather time is the best friends and cousins come to visit,a storyfire is built here is where we find true teaching forliving,loving,and giving,the true path of our ancestors and sacredceremony prayers.Tents pitched everywhere or roll in a blanket by the fire fallasleep beneath the stars,to the river before sunrise we must be cleanto greet Creator,grandmother smiles when she sees us.Wet heads of every size,age,and color,face the East inanticipation,spirits fill us with awe for Creator!granny!