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195 Was harmony—felt by all. Forgotten knowledge was renewed, lost feelings were revived, Families were missed The Passamaquoddy men have returned now To take care of their home, which is loved so much. A place of wondrous beauty, where Eagles soar high, Deer spring through the pines, and Porpoise swim. We are the seventh generation of sons who have followed the sun to the west and returned on the Red Road to a new dawn, with new dreams for all, in honor of our Creator. This we shall never forget. tahu. Rolfe Richter (b. 1969) Rolfe Richter is a self-taught flute player who lives in Perry, Maine, and often performs around Eastport. He recorded a cd of his music, Dreamwalk, which contains more of his poetry. The poem below is being published for the first time. Spring drew its first breath the previous day as an Eagle flew my way. I looked up as my spirit felt low and hoped the Eagle would stay. I felt Grandfather Sun give his warmth to my skin, then saw the Eagle in play. So I told myself to run and just follow the sky as the Eagle flew my way. 196 I ran with Sister Wind to forget my troubles still hoping the Eagle would stay. Thinking of the breeze under his strong wings, I saw the Eagle in play. I stopped and he set on a tree close to me, the Eagle I’ve seen today. Our eyes then met and I saw beauty in his strength, this Eagle who had flown my way. As we stared, I realized his greatness and the Eagle seemed to say, “Learn to be wise and fly up your spirit again like the Eagles you see on your way!” It was then this winged brother soared high in the sky, We both knew he could not stay. And I ran again along the Great Mother feeling stronger like the Eagle who flew away. Christine Downing (b. 1972) Tina Downing is currently an elected member of the Pleasant Point Passamaquoddy Tribal Council. She also works in the tribe’s Computer Technology Department. This story, about her mother, Mary Theresa Downing (Lola), is her first publication. A Summer Day in Motahkomikuk⁵ It wasn’t until I became a mother that I learned how strong my mom was—and how amazing. One of my favorite memories of when I was little was when my mom and I went out on a small adventure together. We left the house in the morning. We walked up the road to a small field. “Right here,” she said, and when I looked down I saw a big patch ...

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