The remnants of their bodies can not be forgotten,
Their souls lay,
Their souls lay,
In each particle of the Earth,
The sand and dirt of the desert,
The dirt and rich soils in the forest,
The mountainside particles of crumbled rock,
The sand on the shores of lakes,
Oceans,
Seas,
Tumble,
Turn,
Twist,
Flow,
Catch on the breeze or gust of wind,
Particles on our hands,
As we touch each particle of sand,
To listen,
The remnants of their bodies can not be forgotten,
Tress grow from their remnants,
Grounding into Mother Earth,
Reaching up to Gitchi Manitou,
The food we eat comes from the rich soils and sands,
Grounding our energy in a vibration of harmony,
Of balance with Gitchi Manitou,
Of Mother Earth,
The remnants of their bodies can not be forgotten,
In all that we see,
In all that we do,
In the tale,
In the wisdom these remnants hold,
All around,
A new light,
A new way,
Honored,
Heard,
Seen,
Felt,
Touched by body,
Mind and spirit,
If we listen,
The remnants of the bodies forgotten will be known.
Poem By Anishinaabekwe Entitled "Dirt, Soil, Remnants"