Ancestors

the wind
it whips through my hair like the grass on the plains
i fly on my stallions back like i am as free as the wind
no one
nor man nor god shall restrain me
i have roamed these plains for many lifetimes
my people are like i, as free as the wind
i shall not be restrained
i, i am free
i am the heart and soul of the land
i am the Chippewa





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