The Last Mooseskin Boat
Your children are we, and with tired backs
We bring you gifts that you love.
Then weave for us a garment of brightness;
May the warp be the
white light of morning
May the weft be the red light of evening,
May the fringes be
the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow.
weave for us a garment of brightness
That we may walk fittingly where grass is green,
0 our Mother Earth,
0 our Father Sky!
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