Eggs In Prairie Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Eggs in prairie

Years ago, before White
Came here to turn off
Culture of the old times
He gathered the eggs of
The birds that he did like.

Planned to prepare;
Had no pot, pan, clay.

Went, borrowed the fire
That women preserved.

Then readied young poplar
Cut the leaves, hollowed, piped.

In it he set the eggs
And buried in fire
With a lot of ember.

The earth was burning hot;
He covered tree, pipe
And gave it an hour…

Went to work and returned;
Removed ash, scavenged
The tree, now half-burned.

Slowly with patience
Emptied the content
Broke and cleaned shells.

The eggs were special
And the food, delicious…

Descendants of those days
Can't even think or guess
Ancestors' greatness…

Whenever I go there
Will invite many guests
And feed them in same way.