My friend, Mel's baby.

Dominic Nation Giovanni Norris
Born: July 21, 2008
weight: 7 lbs. 4 oz.
height:20 inches

A Story for a Child

Little one, come to my knee!
Hark, how the rain is pouring
over the roof, in the pitch-black night, and the wind in the woods a-roaring!

Hush, my Darling, and listen,
then pay for the story with kisses;
Father was lost in the pitch-black night,
in just such a storm as this is!

High up on the lonely mountains,
where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and Bears in the bush,
and I on my Path belated.

The rain and the night together
came down, and the wind came after,
bending the props on the pine-tree roof,
and snapping many a rafter.

I crept along in the darkness,
stunned, and bruised, and blinded,
crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
and a sheltering rock behind it.

There, from the blowing and raining,
crouching, I sought to hide me:
something rustled, two green eyes shone,
and a wolf lay down beside me.

Little one, be not frightened;
I and the wolf together,
side by side, through the long, long night
hid from the awful weather.

His wet fur pressed against me;
each of us warmed the other;
each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
that beast and man was Brother.

And whenthe falling forest no longer crashed in warning,
each of us went from our hiding-place forth in the wild, wet morning.

Darling, kiss me in payment!
Hark, how the wind is roarng;
Father's house is a better place
when the stormy rain is pouring!

Bayard Taylor
Rewritten by: Christina

The Ant and the Cricket

A silly young Cricket, accustomed to Sing through the Warm, Sunny Months of Gay Summer, and Spring,
Begin to Complain, when he Found that at Home his cupboard was empty, and Winter has come.
Not a Crumb to be found on the Snow-covered Ground; not a Flower could he See, not a Leaf on a Tree:
"Oh, what will become," says the Cricket,"of me?"

At last by Starvation, and Famine made bold, All dripping wet, and trembling with Cold, away off to a Miserly Ant, to See if, to keep him Alive, he would Grant him Shelter from Rain; a Mouthful of Grain he Wishes only to Borrow, He'd repay it tomorrow; if not, he must Die of Starvation, and Sorrow.

Says the Ant to the Cricket,"I'm your Servant, and Friend, but We Ants Never Lend; but Tell Me, dear Sir, did your Lay nothing by when Weather was warm?"

The Cricket replied,"Not I."
My Heart was so Light that I Sang Day, and Night, For All Nature looked gay."

"You Sang, Sir, you say? Go then," said the Ant, "and Dance Winter away."

Thus Ending, he hastily Lifted the Wicket, and out of the Door turned the poor little Cricket. Though this is a Fable, the Moral is Good: if you live wihout Work, You must live without Food.

Author:Anonymous
Rewrote, and worded by: Me

A Poem Song by Antahkarana

O Great Spirit, Sun, Moon, Sky, and Sea; You are Inside, and All around me.

Your Breath comes gently, it sweps across the Land. It blows with such Power, to heal Our Fellow Man.

Your eyes are upon Us, from Ourselves We cannot hide. We must move with Our changes, as with the Changing Tide.

Thank You for Your Beauty. Thank you for this Life. Teach Us to follow the Path of Your Light.

O Great Spirit, We Greet You with Our Love. Lend Us Your Guiding Love.

O Great Spirit, Sun, Moon, Sky,and Sea; You are Inside, and All around me.

Keep It Simple.

Here is the picture that I colored while I was in the Hospital around Christmas. I was going to give it to my Aunt, but I am giving it to my Son, Alan.

Being Indian Is...........

Being Indian Is...having the greatest Gandparents in the World.
Being Indian Is...waiting (inpatiently) for the new Tecumseh, Osccola, Crazy Horse, and Geronimo to appear.
Being Indian Is...feeding anyone, and everlyone who comes to your door with whenever you have.
Bein India Is...knowing the Great Spirit,Galun Lati.
Being Indian Is...having a large Family forover a million Brothers, and Sisters.
Being Indian Is...Feeling like Little Bear, Prays-for-All, or Big Heart are more beautiful names than Jones,Smith, and Brown.
Being Indian Is...never making quick evaluations of People, but reserving Judgement until their actions show what kind of People they are.
Being Indian Is...never giving up the stuggle for survival.
Being Indian Is...standing up for Life Principles, and Truths unshamed without having to compromise your values.
Being Indian Is...not only being Proud of who you were Born from, but mindful of how you conduct yourself in the World.
Being Indian Is...hearin from non-Indians how rotten the Government has treated Indians, but still Voting them back into Office.
Being Indian Is...seeing other Indians in search for an Indian Identity.
Being Indian Is...having to prove with Documentation that you are one, when other Races, and People in the Country that don't have to.
Being Indian Is...finding out that People think Indians live in Tipis.
Being Indian Is...being told that Columbus discovered America from his ship, when We were watching him from the shore.
Being Indian Is...having others tell jokes about your Heitage, and Culture.
Being Indian Is...Living in two Worlds.
Being Indian Is...knowing the word, "Indian", is not your True name.
Being Indian Is...being called "Chief", or "Tonto" by patronizing non-Indians.
Being Indian Is...being human, wih human thoughts, and feelings like your non-Indian Brothers, and Sisters.
Being Indian Is...seeing Mother Earth destroyed by those who don't know Her.
Being Indian Is...hearing others think All Indians wear bonnets.
Being Indian Is...sad.
Being Indian Is...hard.
Being Indian Is...crying.
Being Indian Is...laughing.
Being Indian Is...Forever!