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Wahonowin (grief and anguish)

Wahono’win (grief and anguish),
See the warriors, stooped and bending;
See the old ones split and dying,
Limbs all broken, fallen, scattered
Like the bones found in a graveyard,
Weighted down with deadly crystal
Smothered in the frozen silence.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
See the bodies standing motionless,
Headless bodies waiting to fall.
Limbs all broken, hanging, dangling
Waiting for the wind to blow.
Keeway’din, the north west wind comes
And lays the bodies to their rest.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
See the injured, maimed and dying,
Ghostly, eerie shadows fall.
Icy fingers, frail and feeble,
Frozen corpses on the ground,
Held in Pe’boans mighty grip
Pau’guk, death, comes to the forest.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Now we hear no minne-wa’wa,
Pleasant sounds of wind in trees.
Only sounds of pain and dying
Groans throughout the deepest wood.
As the warriors and the old ones
Fall upon the forest floor.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Little friends have come to mourn them,
Mourn the loss of those who gave
Shelter for the blackcap Chickadee,
Food for Ma’ma the noisey Woodpecker,
Protection for the Mushkoda’sa..
Fat little grouse who roams the woodland.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Warriors fallen, lie in heaps;
The mighty Oak its branches broken;
Stately Maple, its sweetness drained;
Brothers Birch, yellow, grey and white,
Pine, Fir, Hemlock, Spruce, Cedar and more
All lie in state as natures passes by.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Now the darkness, Gushkewau’
Settles o’er the forest floor.
Kokoko’ho, the wise old owl
Sings his eerie lullaby.
Showain’neme’shin, O’ pity me
Pity me, my home is gone.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Gitchie Man’ito, Great Spirit above.
Now the circle round continues,
Food and shelter on the ground.
Home for Adjidau’mo, little Red Squirrel
And Ahmeek, the little fat Beaver
Drags saplings off to build his lodge.

Wahono’win (grief and anguish)
Smell the incense of the Balsam,
Hear the words the Great Spirit speaks.
Time for mourning comes and passes,
Life must now continue on.
Round and round the circle goes
And we must follow it on our path.

copyright 1998

Wahonowin (grief and anguish)

Judith Hayes

Joined April 2009

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Artist's Description

The ice storm began on January 7th, 1998, late in the evening. By the time it finally ended it had destroyed hundreds of thousands of trees all over the state of Maine. Canada was also hit very hard and people were without power and water for many days and even weeks for some. The tremendous loss to the forest will take years to restore. But, Mother Earth has the power within her to do just that. This is a poem I wrote following the storm. It was published in several papers in New England and Canada.

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