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ihkatawâw ay-itwêhiwêw ~ The Marsh Sends a Message
Reeds breathe and I sense
that in this wet world
the breath utters a language
not yet lost, whispers words
not yet forgotten
cries a marsh message
that must be heard. âniskowaskwa
speak to me of kinosêw,
sâkahikan, manitow-sâkahikan,
êkwa nipiy. Reeds
confident and eloquent
ê-sôhkêyimocik êkwa ê-nihtâwêcik
tell me a story
ê-âcimostawicik
âniskowaskwa, fluid and flowing
a fluent kind of knowing,
whispering a story about this great land.
ê-kîmwêcik, ê-âtotahkik ôma kihci-askiy.