Indian Land Dancing

Found this door in the Argyle Chicago area.

"Rice picking time:
canoes, adventure, brown-faced cousins.
Laughter pierces afternoon heat.
Boys at play; men at labor.
Venison treats and bannock too.

Events spiral to memories,
linking lives to time and history.
Culprit children frenzied with imagination sticks
stir small hands to mock battle,
moments in a green galaxy
of ferns and cedar and pine trees.

Drums caress the night air,
voices ring over hills and valleys.
Ceremonial jingle dresses, flutter of shawls.
The fancy dancer twirls, dips to earth, and flies.
He dances east, west, south, and north
paying respective homage with a lively step.

It was rice picking time:
I thought all of Indian land danced,
Hands on curvy hips, black braids bouncing.
Their reflections dance on water's top.
A young boy, I thought
all of Indian land was dancing.

E. Donald Two Rivers"