am looking for Indians, those who walked these lands way before I was born. Tell me about their grandfather stories and songs of old. Sing me your song and tell me about your people and their hearts. I want to see you speak of your children and how we live for them.
I am a visitor from lands far off and I have journeyed long to learn about you. I am not looking to become you but I want to hear of your people. I want to hear your songs and I will sing mine, I want to know how you have survived and I will tell you about wind mesas and sand washes...
I want to listen to your chants, the beating of your hearts and the dreams, hopes and places you would like to see, because I can not see
them without your eyes. Whereever you may be from, the valleys and hilltops, mountains and seaways.... call my name in the wind and I will hear you and want to see where have lived, loved, and continue on as a child of this land..... tell me, I wait to hear your voices... rustywire
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