Swift Wolf
"Swift as the wind, quiet as a feather hitting hard on the ground, and cunning as a fox".
Winter comes upon us with a vengeance and is unrelenting. Gathering food comes before comfort and this winter is making it very hard to provide for the family. Many moons have passed since we came to this land. We have come to this land because of the good harvest and hunting grounds abundant with elk and deer. Our people have journeyed across this great land looking for a place that our tribe can live in peace. It has not been easy. Most of the Shawnee have moved on as the Shemanese can into our village and many fled to the west. I remember as a young brave when the land was running over with animals and the corn grew high above the clouds. Our chief Cornstalk taught togetherness and acceptance of our white brothers but many on both sides didn't learn from this. He is long gone but Tecumseh, has lead us to this land with a promise of being united once again. I dream about this and hope his is right. Hunting and growing food takes up much of our time now but as the white man takes over more of the land, we must be ready to defend what we own. Stories have been passed down from generations to generations about the great hunters who claimed the land for future brothers. One story that remains true to this day is about one white man named Simon Kenton. The Shawnees knew him as "bahd-ler," the man who's rifle was never empty. He alone stands out as one who respected the land but was not ready to live with the knowledge that we Shawnee were the true overseers of the land.
"Swift as the wind, quiet as a feather hitting hard on the ground, and cunning as a fox".
Winter comes upon us with a vengeance and is unrelenting. Gathering food comes before comfort and this winter is making it very hard to provide for the family. Many moons have passed since we came to this land. We have come to this land because of the good harvest and hunting grounds abundant with elk and deer. Our people have journeyed across this great land looking for a place that our tribe can live in peace. It has not been easy. Most of the Shawnee have moved on as the Shemanese can into our village and many fled to the west. I remember as a young brave when the land was running over with animals and the corn grew high above the clouds. Our chief Cornstalk taught togetherness and acceptance of our white brothers but many on both sides didn't learn from this. He is long gone but Tecumseh, has lead us to this land with a promise of being united once again. I dream about this and hope his is right. Hunting and growing food takes up much of our time now but as the white man takes over more of the land, we must be ready to defend what we own. Stories have been passed down from generations to generations about the great hunters who claimed the land for future brothers. One story that remains true to this day is about one white man named Simon Kenton. The Shawnees knew him as "bahd-ler," the man who's rifle was never empty. He alone stands out as one who respected the land but was not ready to live with the knowledge that we Shawnee were the true overseers of the land.
