SACAJAWEA’S SONG!

 I sing across the Shining Mountains

 I was once free as the grass

 blowing in the wind

 I was Shoshone, they named   me Bo-ee-ny-eev (Grass Girl)

 As a child I was captured by Hidatsa warriors and spirited many moons

toward the rising sun

 At my new village, they taught me to plant and reap and obey

 Later I was won in a gambling game by Charbonneau, a French Canadian trader

 When I was with child, two great White chiefs; Long Knife & Red Hair came               and told of an adventure they were on… I longed to go! 

 My child, Pomp, new to this world was the youngest in the Corps of Discovery, in search of the waters at the setting sun

 We would make white man’s history and I would live on as Sakakawea,

named by my Hidatsa captors

 In your 21st Century, you honored me with a golden coin and renamed me Sacagawea

Your historians swore that I died young;

Even though our oral tradition tells that I lived to be old with hair of snow

                       

 Does that make sense to you?

 Sacajawea, Snake girl, who endured your people’s greatest journey, gave up the ghost too soon? Think again! I craved adventure!

 I traveled among the tribes, fell in love, brought forth more papooses and lost my Comanche Brave in battle

Heartbroken, I returned to my own people, who by then, camped at Wind River.

Sharing my story for many years, my people, The Shoshone, renamed me Porivo. (chief)                   

   When it was my time, they wrapped my body

 in skins and planted it in the earth at Wind River

My spirit blows free!

The white people can call me what they will

They made a golden medal to honor me!

  My spirit blows free…

Channeled through Oceana Rose, 2003.  

                 from a novel I am working on.

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