A poem by Lysette Neckoway
Follow the bi-poles down highway 6
This is how I remember
The way home
To the front step
Of Kitanaskotapanimosoms fishing camp
Where he raised his children
A trail to my community
Nisichawayshik
Where they meet
Those three rivers
Where whisahkijacks footprints remain
Desecrated on our lands
Where he once sat
Flooded
Beneath the once shallow shores
All for “the development”
Of a corporation
Caught between two worlds
One which was instilled upon my people
Western ideologies that clash with
Nitho kiskinahamakana
To care for the land and animals
To take only what my family needed
Prayers offered
To the creator for strength and guidance
Songs sung
By my children and ancestors
To slow
These corporations
Before it is too late
