The Land Loves Our Voices
Let’s sing the songs
that were taught to us
by our parents.
They are old, old songs
and we know them well.
Let’s sing as we walk
the way we did as children.
Let’s honor the trails
and how they were made.
Sing out!
The land loves our voices.
They are like seeds in the rain,
fresh and green.
Honor to our elders
who followed the song lines,
who sang the first songs,
who took the first steps.
They began the long journey
to the future.
Now it is our turn
to sing the land.
© Patrick O’Neill 2010. All rights reserved
