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Shoshone-Bannock History in Idaho
PART I OF II: 2008's historic Idaho Democratic Convention, held in Boise, ID, June 12-14, invited Idaho Native American Tribal members from the Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall, Shoshone-Paiute/Duck Valley, Nez Perce, and Coeur D'Alene tribal communities to take an active part in the convention activities. On June 12th, the Idaho AFL-CIO hosted a Democratic picnic for convention goers. Mr. Ted Howard, Cultural Resource Director, Duck Valley, spoke to picnic participants about the Shoshone-Paiute-Bannock history in the Boise Valley area. 9:49 minutes.
Part II-Grand Entry, Flag Ceremony and Recessional
All convention tribal members participated in the grand entry at the beginning of the June 13th Idaho Democratic Convention gathering followed by a flag ceremony and presentation by Mr. Lee Juan Tyler, Council Member, Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall community. Fort Hall and Duck Valley singers and drummers played songs for the grand entry, flag ceremony and recessional.
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Native American Prophecy
Narrated by the late Floyd RedCrow Westerman 6:36 minutes
7 Generations
Elder Orin Lyons talks about preparing for the next 7 generations. 8:43 minutes
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| Lit->NA Poems: echos |
Posted on Wednesday, February 09 @ 05:21:17 CST | |
visions from the past are calling me,
Visions from the past are calling me,
Back to my roots in the great smokeys.
Home to a place my grandmother roamed,
The green valley she called home.
To walk with black bear and fly with sister wren,
Oh how I yearn to be back there again.
I smell sweet cedar in my mind,
I taste blackberry from the vine.
To see cooking smoke and hear the drums,
A beautiful place I come from.
Thunder rolling on blue smoke mountain,
Cool water flowing in never ending fountains.
My spirit walks unto these hills,
Watching the eagle, hearing red hawks trills.
To these sweet visions I hold fast,
My sacred echos of the past..
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