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Read by Margaret Noori
Pii gooniwaabowaan giiskamaanh,
When a blanket of snow I take off
Pii aandegag niimiwaad naamiying iyaa'aanh
When crows dance beneath me
Pii e-adisigejig digoshinowaad memetigwaking,
When visitors come into the woods
Miidash ziizibaakwadaaboo n'bagdinamaanh
Then sweet water I offer
Zhiwagamizigan obwaadaanaawaa
Syrup they dream of it
Ziibiin ziigwang obwaadaanaawaan
Rivers in spring they dream of them
Shkakamikwe n'zaagi'aanaa
Mother Earth, I love her
E-osawid n'daaw
A father I am
E-agwisawid n'daaw
A son I am
Manido-aninaatig ndizhinikaaz
Spirit of the maple is my name.
© 2008 Margaret Noori
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