Awo awo awo awo
Ahow nechimoos, tansi
Aow awao awo awo
Ahow neechimoos tansi
Wabasca was known for navy skies
and Louis, singing his blues
from under the bridge
sometimes he is so blue, he vibrates
white light under a loco moon
at times, he is a lurking slip
of skin-tingle shadow
the times I love him best
are when he is a harbor of howl
down in the bay
where water rinses him a new resurrection
god, Louis, if only I could join you
on those Cambrian stone altars
that gave you absolution
since I cannot,
here, hear this:
Awo awo awo awo
Ahow nechimoos, tansi
Aow awao awo awo
Ahow neechimoos tansi
my love song dancing with grandmothers
harmony to your eye-bright hymn
Awo awo awo awo
Ahow nechimoos, tansi
Aow awao awo awo
Ahow neechimoos tansi
Author notes
song is a greeting song done with a drum
neechimoos means my special native friend
tansi means hello...a greeting
In a list
A contest entry
- Native...one hour contest by kaibab.
450 points, ended October 17, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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speechless!...
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gorgeous gorgeous
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Congratulations on the well earned GOLD, Carol!
"god, Louis, if only I could join you
on those Cambrian stone altars
that gave you absolution
since I cannot,
here, hear this:"
I'm sure he heard you, I did!
~ Nicky♥
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I love this,the only word I knew was tansi, is this Cree then? What I love about the language is how much shorter words are for english ones...
and resonate so beautifully.
Congratulations on gold, more than deserved!
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oh yes...Waterhen, Meadow Lake, Ft. Qu'Appelle... Fond du Lac.... and Northern Alberta.. I was born on the banks of Lake Athabasca. you did notice my last name, right?
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this is stunning and beautiful and so worthy of the gold! excellent ~blessings to you always my friend~ congrats!
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ty, oh how homesick I am for his antics, I tell yah!
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Got a late entry...1 hr to judging
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"sometimes he is so blue, he vibrates
white light under a loco moon
at times, he is a lurking slip
of skin-tingle shadow"
I gots chills, I tell ya. CHILLS runnin' all over. Ohhh, I think this might just be my favorite among all of those wonderful poems for Riverside Louis. And THAT, m'Dear, is sayin' a LOT. Absolutely beautiful. Such a soulful song you sing, my Friend. Good luck in Rich's contest...everybody else. 
Wanda
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I always think of Louis int he fall, an dhope he has a warm palce to be. Awwww...poor Louis
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My sky was snow,
the first feathers of a whiter season,
filling this morning blankness
with an ache for native voice
to rise in calling,
a forever love of indigenous touch,
and such a creature did climb my rocky crag
to echo soul in cleaving sky,
and not that pre-season shower is past,
and sky in blue with Indian Summer,
reaching for a sweater, in crisper soul sound.
Just wonderful....
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thank you for carrying me home this morning...it was jsut what I needed. and ty for the gold.
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