Call to the Four Winds

I call the East, Where the Father ascends
To all Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch
As animals below me wonder and search

\I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow
To hunt food and fur his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.

I call to the North, the yansa once knew.
I follow their path til it disappears from view.
Once vast in numbers, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.

I call to the West, to ends of the land.
To the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche, all bands.
Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand
That you are Native Americans.
Learn your tongue and stand.

My name is Freedom; I fly through this land.
I call the four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.
BY: Spirit Wind (Pat Poland)
Texas Gulf Coast Cherokee