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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: Passing the memories down |
Posted on Saturday, January 29 @ 15:10:02 CST | |
Passing the memories down... KEYWORDS: native american poem, native american nature poem native american poetry native poetry Martha Moongazer Beard
Faintly in the morning hush,
I smell the scent of sweet sage brush,
Envoking memories of my mountain home
As on this flat land I now roam.
I remember well the smell of pine
From the home I was forced to leave behind,
My feet now walk on barren dirt
Where scorpions sting and cactus spine hurt.
Yet I recall the soft, damp grass
From that long ago place of the past,
Birds and flowers were everywhere,
And my people lived without a care.
I gaze on mesa long and dark
I work the land, yet it remains stark.
I have canyons not mountains in this new place--
They wanted to distroy us without a trace.
White men lied and forced us here,
Leaving behind the bear and deer,
But they did not kill the Indian race,
The wind still blows on my red face.
I was relocated to the west,
But I do not give up, I try my best.
Passing memories down so the young will learn,
Praying one day our Nations will return.
Martha Moongazer Beard
December 31, 2004
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