This Time!
Child, the old woman said, what is it you are doing
I have watched you all morning, digging every where.
Looking pitifully at her, a child of maybe five winters
dirty tracks upon her face, left by many tears.
It was not me, Elder; said the little girl, I promise
Tsisdu it was, that sneaky, greedy rabbit.
Always, wanting more than his fair share, that lost it
I have hunted every where, but it is gone forever.
My mother was so upset, father near to tears
the Uncles, and Aunties, covered their face in sadness.
Grandmothers, and grandfathers, are wailing in mourning
if only I could find it, they would soon again be smiling.
I looked into the water, where the shaded, shallows are
nothing there but fishies, swimming without care.
I looked in the forest, both dark, and sunny glades
chased across the meadows, only flowers, and clover.
I looked in the corn fields, where the stalks are tall, and thick
finally I ran up the hills, to seek among the rocks.
As tears washed the tiny face, misery apparent
the little one could not explain, why her world was so troubled.
The dogs do not have it, I checked in every bed
it is not among the horses, or in the Beavers dam.
Stop child; the Elder commanded, and tell me what you seek
why Elder, said the little one, have you not heard the Council speak?
Everyone in our village is frightened, so it must be most important
someone has lost our freedom, and common sense.
Everyone is arguing, snapping at each other
laying blame, here, and there, but never stepping up.
I just know when they stop, it is me they will blame
if I can not find it, will they leave me to the wind?
Please Elder, begged that precious tot, tell them
it must be Tsisdu, who took it, it was not me, this time!
granny
Child, the old woman said, what is it you are doing
I have watched you all morning, digging every where.
Looking pitifully at her, a child of maybe five winters
dirty tracks upon her face, left by many tears.
It was not me, Elder; said the little girl, I promise
Tsisdu it was, that sneaky, greedy rabbit.
Always, wanting more than his fair share, that lost it
I have hunted every where, but it is gone forever.
My mother was so upset, father near to tears
the Uncles, and Aunties, covered their face in sadness.
Grandmothers, and grandfathers, are wailing in mourning
if only I could find it, they would soon again be smiling.
I looked into the water, where the shaded, shallows are
nothing there but fishies, swimming without care.
I looked in the forest, both dark, and sunny glades
chased across the meadows, only flowers, and clover.
I looked in the corn fields, where the stalks are tall, and thick
finally I ran up the hills, to seek among the rocks.
As tears washed the tiny face, misery apparent
the little one could not explain, why her world was so troubled.
The dogs do not have it, I checked in every bed
it is not among the horses, or in the Beavers dam.
Stop child; the Elder commanded, and tell me what you seek
why Elder, said the little one, have you not heard the Council speak?
Everyone in our village is frightened, so it must be most important
someone has lost our freedom, and common sense.
Everyone is arguing, snapping at each other
laying blame, here, and there, but never stepping up.
I just know when they stop, it is me they will blame
if I can not find it, will they leave me to the wind?
Please Elder, begged that precious tot, tell them
it must be Tsisdu, who took it, it was not me, this time!
granny
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