of the bone which came to a man
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
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"One spring, near Lake Winnipeg, a single snow goose appeared high in the air. It glided down on a smaller lake and swam to shore. Nearby and quietly, a lynx crouched as the wind shifted on the goose's scent into his nose. For a brief moment, the goose lifted his head, listening. But before it could rise again safely, the lynx had it in his teeth. The lynx feasted down to bones and feathers. Then, just as he began to crack a bone for marrow, a man called out and the lynx was quick into the trees. Only artifacts of the goose remained, but among them, the man found a bone said to protect the heart--a "wishing bone." He examined it slowly. Later, he found that the bone was a tool of metamorphosis, which allowed him to become a "trickster" capable of wishing things into existence, and himself into various situations." -- A Swampy Cree tale as told by Jacob Nibenegenesabe and Samuel Makidemewabe.
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Fascinating! You should write more about your culture.
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