The land engraved memory

As I gathered my roots by playing with the land

Swimming in rain waters, it rained that much.

Like a force absorbed into me, naturally logical

Eating berries of nature as the seasons change

It was all rhythmic, the plants speak if you listen

I grew up watching my mom make rock piles like a wall, decorating her yard, in time the pile of rocks grew Alberta rose flowers.

Where there were piles of dead wood, raspberries would appear as the wood vanished.

I learned a lot from growing up on the reserve