Collective Poems

Sacred Space

Listen, Listen, Listen

Do you hear the voice of the Sacred Space?

Walk toward peaceful relationships.

See the constant connection of water, earth and air,

the frozen lake of democracy feels wild with knocking life.

I hear the children of generations crying for renewal.

I smell the sweat of mining jobs.

I am no longer there, but I remember and fear the future.

I need a drink of cold, clear water.

The wild cry of our wondrous land does

not change but hopes for our full introspect.

Transform the sun’s lush rays over Superior,

remember how it protects.

Walk the Apostle Islands

and

Listen, Listen, Listen.

Eric, Christine & Ivan

December 2011

Air

Listen, Listen, Listen

Do you hear the voice of the air?

walk with me,

through the quiet,

through the calm.

Watching change on the horizon.

I become the air.

See the river,

see the tribe,

listen to the words of the Ojibwe people.

respect the connection.

What is the future of the trees?

It feels mysterious.

Is there freedom?

Is there pollution?

Is there balance?

I hear the water,

I embrace the shore,

the calm, vibrant water.

I am no longer here,

but I remember.

I fear the powerful.

I need connection.

I cry for cleansing.

Change is priceless.

Without hope, we are birds without wings.

Transform our concerns by listening,

Remember the air,

and walk with me,

through the quiet,

through the calm.

Listen, Listen, Listen

Hannah, Lissa & Pete

December 2011

Mine 

Listen, Listen!

Do you hear the voice of the lapping lake?

Walking along the shore

listen, be inspired

to protect this water

for the future.

Feel the wildness of that place

Hear the brook trout rise

and slurp hatching may flies

atop the clean, clear water.

I am no longer there

but I can remember

the smell of mountain air

it’s lush and deep it speaks to me.

As it rustles through my hair.

Yet I have fear

that what is there

can no longer be called mine.

Leo, Ryan & Bill

December 2011

music by Andy Noyes and Rick Kurki

Listen

Listen, Listen, Listen

Do you hear the voice of the Land?

Take a moment to walk through my lush

green, contemplate my absence.

See my air, see my soil, see my sweet, sweet water.

Public

feel the spiritual wonder

Public

hear my wild quiet

Public

smell my lichen

I’m no longer there but I remember

how unpredictably free I was

I fear you have forgotten your nature

you need my wooded valley, my tranquil water

my colorful peace.

Change your moody ways—transform for life.

Remember there is a loving balance.

Walk intentionally, like a child

taking her first step.

Listen, Listen, Listen

Kelsey, Kathy & Emily

December 2011

music by Andy Noyes  & Rick Kurki

Sandhill Crane

Listen, Listen, Listen

Do you hear the voice of the Sandhill Crane?

The call walks me back to ancient times.

Generations have seen the land of opportunities surrounding Lake Superior

feeling free while flying over the sacred hilltops and wooded valleys.

Hear the peaceful water?

Smell of the mysterious.

I am no longer there but I remember

to fear the absence of the calm,

and the need to embrace the vibrant water.

Cry out for the children!

They need change—change Bad Rivers good.

I have hope for the peace between culture.

Transform conflict to conversation.

Remember how our environment impacts our community.

Walk as one tribe.

Listen, Listen, Listen

Tish, Theresa & Greg

December 2011

Raging River

Do you hear the voice of the raging river?

Listen.

Listen.

Listen

the spirit of the future

energized by water

walks among the hills

What is

MINE

is yours.

Do you feel the common ground—as it trembles?

Will you be changed?

Will you join me

to protect what is ours?

Can you hear

the spirit of the future

the children walking in the hills

along the river bank, back in town

their voices, singing, playing?

I hear their voices

with compassion

crying out—

“I need a job.”

I also smell pollution.

Can we find a balance?

I am there no longer,

but I remember hearing those voices,

the voices of the future

the wild connections

the unanswered questions

the fear

the unchained earth

crying

embracing

entrusting us to forge a bond

the soul of the earth

the culture of the people

tempered in the fires

cooled by the waters

the whisper

the breath

the future

We NEED change or hope or both.

Trapped in a circle we love what is ours

our children

our wild rice

protect us

inviting the spirit of the future

to transform our legacy

—the water—

sulfide—free

Now, walking in the starlight,

I remember the future,

its calming voices

clean rivers

I remember being free.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Do you remember the voice of the raging river?

Roy

December 2011

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