TRADITION

He Sat cross-legged by the fire
So quiet and still
Where Had the young all gone?
And Where was their will?

His mind wandered to yesterday
Or so it all seemed: Was he wrong?
Of When He was a warrior
Fast, brave and strong!

In those days, life was so simple,
The young knew respect and love
Now it's shame, hate and booze
Seems there's nothing they're above

Then, a young man stepped up to his fir
He wore braids and carried a cloth
"I have come to learn" said the man,
"Of the heritage we have lost "

The old man sat cross-legged by his fire
So Quiet and still; then he spoke
"You DO have the will
And for our people there is still hope!"

"As long as there is one
Who will carry it on,
Tradition will grow
And be more than a song".

 By Dee Johnston copyright ©August 1993