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The Council Meeting

The Four Winds carried the message,
About a needed council meeting,
To all the tribes upon the earth.
To the Blackfoot and the Otoe,
The Kiowa and Shoshonee,
The Witchitas, Creek, and Choctaw,
The Dakotas and the Ojibways,
Commanche, Chickasaw, Arapaho,
Seminole, Iowa and Seneca,
All the known tribes of the earth,
Called the Four Winds to the council.

They blew across the prairies,
And across the mountain valleys,
And through the piney forests,
And o’er the lakes and rivers,
Across the dampened meadows,
They blew upon the mountains,
The Four Winds blew the call,
For a needed council meeting.

They called for all the chiefs,
And the strong, young warriors,
The medicine men, the Me’da,
Every Shaman and  tribal elder.
To attend this needed meeting,
That’s to be on the Moon of Leaves,
Where the Totem to Chibia’bos stands,
The Ruler of the Land of Spirits.

So they came to the Great Totem,
On the first of the Moon of Leaves,
All the chiefs and young warriors,
The Me’das’ and tribal elders,
They talked about the troubles,
And gave a cry of lamentation,
A mighty Wahono’win,
Because Hiawatha’s gone.

They smoked the calumet the Peace Pipe,
And the smoke curled up to heaven,
Slowly, ever so slowly, it rose up,
Ascending upward into the heavens.

They passed the Peace Pipe among them,
And remembered the good days,
Of the clear running rivers,
The chirping of the grasshopper,
The Pah-puk-kee’na of the Summer,
And the cooing of Omee’mee, the pigeon,
Or the rat-a-tat-tat of the Ma’ma,
The woodpecker in the afternoon,
They missed the Wah-wah-tay’see,
Their blinking lights at twilight,
And so they remembered,
The days before their troubles.

They talked of sending a message,
A call to Hiawatha,
To return to his homeland,
To restore it to its beauty,
And the pleasant sounds that’s missing,
The many Minne- wa’was,
That they don’t hear anymore,
How they miss Hiawatha,
His strength, courage and wisdom,
Would restore their needed  peace,
To the lands pristine beauty.
They sent the winds to call him,
And bring the mighty Hiawatha,
From the land beyond the Big Sea Waters.

Author notes

Second in a series about Longfellows poem "Hiawatha".

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  • vici377
    December 1, 2007

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    excellent

    very good information in here pertaining to the American Indian...and Hiawatha..always enjoy writes like this..it flowed nice..excellent imagery..love the ending..like the hero returns..thanx for sharing


  • TallStory
    December 1, 2007
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    This is a long poem.


  • TallStory
    December 1, 2007
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    This is a long poem.