No barbs held,

bards hushed,

bars holding,

holds barred.



Freedom ringing

in a New-Year,

new relationship,

with a kiss.

Under The Mistletoe

Natives' compassion taught
Pilgrims at Plymouth
How to live within, give to, 
Natures' abundance.


That providence sowed
Reaped graces' harvest,
Fraternity, bearing
Fruits to this day.


We gave Native-America
Genocide, Earthocide.
Chief Seattle said, 
No one can own the land.


Bowing to Above and Below,
For gifts bestowed,
Giving, may we again,
Walk that way!