Native American Folklore


O'Siyo. This is the section of my page where I let people know a little about my ancestry.
My great grandmother was a full-blood Cherokee and I am very proud of my heritage.
Enjoy this folklore and whatnot that I have put on this page for you. Mitakuye Oyasin.




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The first story comes from The Sioux Tribe--back in the 19th century*:
 

In the moon of black cherries Kicking Bear
brought news of the Paiute messiah, Wovoka,
the prophet of the ghost dance. It spread across
the badlands like a prairie fire from tribe to tribe.
When the government got wind of this, they said, "I don't know
what this, Ghost Dance, is, but I don't even like the sound of
it. Tell all Indians it is now illegal." When they refused
to stop practicing their form of worship, on December 29, 1890,
the cavalry massacred three hundred unarmed Sioux, mostly
women and children, at Wounded Knee.


 


 

When the last red man shall have become a myth
among the white men, when your children's children think
themselves alone in the field, upon the highway or in the silence
of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is
no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities
are silent, and you think them deserted, they will throng with the
returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful
land. The white man will never be alone.

-Chief Seattle


 


 

Coyote - The Trickster
There is much the Indian has learned
from old coyote -
He is an actor - he would play dead
A magician, a survivor and a powerful
singer
He always wants it both ways
Is he like us or are we like him*


 


 

It is the flash of a firefly in the night
It is the little shadow which runs across the
grass and loses itself in the sunset.

-Crowfoot-
 


 
 

*excerpts courtesy of Robbie Robertson and the Red Road Ensemble
 
 


 

A Song of Greatness
a Chippewa Indian song
 

When I hear the old men telling of heroes,
telling of great deeds of ancient days,
when I hear them telling, then I think
within me I too am one of these.

When I hear the people praising great ones,
then I know that I too shall be esteemed,
I too when my time comes shall do mightily.
 

The Defender
"The Defender" is courtesy of WulfSpiryt
 
 


 

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