They sit around the tall fire
their only source of light
beating on their tribal drums
foretelling of their life.

The old ones tell of bravery
of legends far and wide
of the battles they have witnessed
where they stood their ground with pride.

Each take a turn to tell their storeys
and to teach their sons to fight
but also to love each other
a staple part of life.

The cold winds blow across the plains
time for winter camp among the trees
They move around from place to place
so their families do not freeze.

They sing about their ancestors
about there journeys to the spirit land
where they hope one day to join them
and walk hand in hand.

Sheila..