See Grand Father here I stand,
I hold the pipe in my hand.
Much smoke goes up to you today
Hear me now as I pray!

They don't understand the Indian way!
They're not taking care of Mother Earth like you said!
The waters are poison
Your fish soon will be dead!

They cut down your forests one by one,
So your four legged now have no place for their home!
I don't know Grand Father what else to do!
So I send up smoke, and my prayers to You!


© Sherry Falling Leaf Jones
May 9, 2006