Where have the Ojibwa gone..
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.” The song of the fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon… Continue reading
The drums are becoming louder and all the people at the Pow Wow, joined the circle dance. The Ojibwa children are moving their feet to the drums and the elder tell the people.… Continue reading
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom.” … Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. My Ojibwa… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading