Feb 2022 folk
This was inspired by a particular place in the Blue Hills.
Two Crossing Paths
Mike Delaney, FAWM22-10
We are from the many great hills
The bluish hills are my home
In the maa-sa-choo-sut land
In a large tribe, I’m never alone
Two bands meet on great crossing paths
Spend time with each other each year
When the leaves turn and start to fall
They know that we will be near
Chorus:
Massachusett; Mosswetusset
Passanageset; Ponaganset
This is the land of the morning light
The crossing is shady and cool
Pleasant ocean scent in the air
But the winter is coming soon
We’ll go before the trees are bare
We trade stories and eat clams
The women cook; the children play
We feast on fall nuts and grapes
But we have only a short time to stay
Chorus
For the winter we head to Ponkapoag
The shallow pond with a spring
Bubbling up through red soil
Far from the ocean’s sting
They go to sandy Nagog Pond
Pine Hawk they call their land
They catch fish under the ice
To feed their entire band
Chorus
Bridge:
On a hunt I climb up great blue hill
See an immense canoe with poles reaching the sky
Immense white animal skins hang from each pole
Catching the wind; taking them on a ride
Is it the canoe of Great Spirit, Kehtannit (kay-tan-nit),
Is he bringing us the sacred flame?
Or is it the Death Spirit, Hobbomock?
I know we will never be the same
Chorus
@ohleeoh Feb 2022
Beautiful song.