The voice of my ancestors said to me,
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not simply water, but the blood of your grandfather's grandfather.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of memories in the life of our people.
The water's murmur is the voice of your great-great-grandmother.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst.
They carry our canoes and feed our children.
You must give to the rivers the kindness you would give to any brother.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not simply water, but the blood of your grandfather's grandfather.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of memories in the life of our people.
The water's murmur is the voice of your great-great-grandmother.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst.
They carry our canoes and feed our children.
You must give to the rivers the kindness you would give to any brother.
( Susan Jeffers )
[ Brother Eagle, Sister Sky ]
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