Spirits of the Land
arbor by the south shores
of Great Slave Lake is filled with people
of all ages ranging from
youngest to the oldest.
The water is beautiful and blue
as the sun reflects,
like little shining stars that are floating
on top of it and just drifting along.
On the shore you can see the green grasses
and all the green trees,
with their shadows touching the ground;
and near by them are a bunch
of little flower beds here and there.
The sun also shines through the openings
that are around the arbor,
giving them warmth and kindness
among the people.
As the drummers gather around the fireplace
for their preparation for the traditional event,
the incense burns and we smudge ourselves.
As the beat of the drums goes on,
we are in harmony as one.