Cree hunting poem

Caribou running, mesmerizing

The hunter must feed his kin

Shots are heard echoing in the valley

A lone black wolf peeps above a cliff licking it’s mouth

A squaw lights a fire back at the village


ᐊᑎᕁ atihk pimpahtawin
miyosin

omâcîw
asam
nîci-iyiniw

pêhtawêw
côô
cistâwêpayiw
wâyahcâw

pêyak
mahihkan
paspâpamêw
tahkohc
kîskahcâw
nôhkwâtam
mitôn

iskwêw
saskahwêw
ôcênâs

Nico


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4 responses to “Cree hunting poem”

  1. True warriors also.

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    1. Ya! I may have some blood, not certain though. A family member actually found an arrowhead once. Thanks for enjoying my poem Michael!

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  2. What a picturesque moment

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    1. Thanks Ro.! You’re always so sweet!

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