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Shoshone-Bannock History in Idaho
PART I OF II: 2008's historic Idaho Democratic Convention, held in Boise, ID, June 12-14, invited Idaho Native American Tribal members from the Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall, Shoshone-Paiute/Duck Valley, Nez Perce, and Coeur D'Alene tribal communities to take an active part in the convention activities. On June 12th, the Idaho AFL-CIO hosted a Democratic picnic for convention goers. Mr. Ted Howard, Cultural Resource Director, Duck Valley, spoke to picnic participants about the Shoshone-Paiute-Bannock history in the Boise Valley area. 9:49 minutes.
Part II-Grand Entry, Flag Ceremony and Recessional
All convention tribal members participated in the grand entry at the beginning of the June 13th Idaho Democratic Convention gathering followed by a flag ceremony and presentation by Mr. Lee Juan Tyler, Council Member, Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall community. Fort Hall and Duck Valley singers and drummers played songs for the grand entry, flag ceremony and recessional.
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Native American Prophecy
Narrated by the late Floyd RedCrow Westerman 6:36 minutes
7 Generations
Elder Orin Lyons talks about preparing for the next 7 generations. 8:43 minutes
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| Lit->NA Poems: Just as the Great Spirit planned |
Posted on Saturday, January 29 @ 14:50:23 CST | |
Just as the Great Spirit planned.. KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry indian poem great spirit poem indian poetry Martha Moongazer Beard poetry
Thunder rolls over the mountain,
Grey clouds dropping low.
Rain falls and kisses three sisters
Who awaken and begin to grow.
Creeks swell with the rain falling,
Streams now rivers flow
Falling from the high mountain
Into the valley below.
Barren trees from winter are budding,
Life springs forth anew.
Animals awaken from sleeping,
The wind howls and tells me it's true.
Soon it will be time for hunting,
Food for my people to eat.
We give thanks for the life with singing,
And raise prayers with our drum beats.
What blessing to be born native
And dwell in this peaceful land
Created for the principle people
Just as the Great Spirit planned.
Martha Moongazer Beard
December 31, 2004
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