Traditional in Our Own Way

Holy Grandfathers,
Let the wind blow,
And the rain flow,
The people shall learn,
While their hearts yearn,
For we are traditional in our way,
Each and every day.

Holy Grandfathers,
Warmth and heat will be higher,
And across the land will be fire,
These things will be great,
And man shall know fate,
For we are traditional in our way,
Each and every day.

Holy Grandfathers,
Rivers, lakes and streams,
Carry life's dreams,
And waters will rush ashore,
In the directions of the Four,
For we traditional in our own way,
Each and every day.

Holy Grandfathers,
Hear the cries of mankind,
They know not of the time,
Silent will become man,
Once they understand,
That we the Sovereign Nations,
Are from unique generations,
For we are traditional in our own way,
In our lives each and every day.

Written: Friday, May 9, 2003
By: Larry KibbyElko Indian Colony, Nevada