In ancient times
a Kalapuya lay
in a grove of alder trees
near the forking of the Santiam
and dreamt a most unusual dream.
When he awoke at night
he told the people:
"The earth beneath our feet
was completely black,
in my dream."
No one was able to say
what that signified,
that dream of our green earth--
so we forgot it.
But then the Whites came
those farmers hard as iron,
and we saw how they tore open the earth with the plough
the pastures
the little prairies beside the Santiam.
And we knew
that we were to be a part of their dream
their dream of an earth
made black forever
by the wounding plough.
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