The Tribes Of Canada. Poem by Michael Cochrane

In the heart of the land where rivers flow, Native tribes gather, their spirits glow, whispers of the old ones, dance in the trees, carried by winds that rustle with ease.
From coastlines where the ocean meets the sky, to the mountains that touch clouds soaring high. Each tribe is a garden, a story to share, a tapestry woven with cultures so rare. The Haudenosaunee keepers of peace, with council of elders, honor the land, in longhouses built and sowing wisdom to all the people.
The Cree of the North with songs in the night under blankets of stars their voices take flight.
The Salish with art etched in wood, carried stories of salmon of life, with totem poles rising transcending time.
Small drums echo through the campfires, at night that ignite the tales of old.
The Algonquin hunters chase the deer and dance through the seasons of the year.
In the circle of life the Inuits strength in the frost and snow, to fish under the ice and where the rivers flow.
Together they stand a mosaic so bright sons and daughters of the earth in Canadian light.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2025