The mightiest tree standing
in the greatest forests
would give way
to plains for grazing
if not for its roots.
I am Deer Trail - determined.
Timid at first glance,
skirting edges,
I follow - Yet broaden paths
to bear and protect the young.
You are my rising sun, my talon;
Bear Claw, leader of our people;
you rest your sorrow in my bosom –
your weakness in my strength.
I am Deer Trail - determined.
Winter woes contained:
Your bows were strong – Fearless.
Buckskin sacrifices tanned,
sewn, sowing our needs together
to bring forth spring's early crops.
We sing of our ancestors
lest we forget our pride;
forget loving spirits who guide
hands and hearts –
Asking only that we honor their sacrifices.
I am Deer Trail,
determined
that our people will survive
in a world that is changing,
moving away from both forest and plain.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
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~Pamela 
