Perhaps you think that the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit...But understand me fully with reference my affection to the land

Perhaps you think that the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit...

If I thought that you were sent by the creator, I might be induced to think that you have a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me,
But understand me fully with reference my affection to the land
I never said that the land was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who created it
I claim a right to live on my land
I accord you the privilege to return to yours


Brother we have listened to your talk, coming from [ our father] The Great White Chief in Washington , and my people have called upon me to reply to you...

And in the winds which pass through these aged pines
We hear the moaning of their departed ghosts -and if the voice of our people could have been heard-
that act would have never have been done...

But alas,tho they stood around, they could neither
be seen, nor heard
Their tears felt like drops of rain

I hear my voice in the depths of the
forest , but
no answering voice comes back to me
all the silence around me


My words now must be few
I can now say no more

He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down

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To my friend, that I will always consider the best, Will Richardson. I have the pleasure of always wishing you well, in all that you do


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