Oh bending tree

Please speak to me

And tell me the tales of the past.

For I am as curious as can be

And to you my eyes are cast.

I’m seeking to know of my ancestor’s lives;

Of their families: their sons, their daughters, and wives.

I wish to hear of their beliefs;

Of their Kings and Queens and Indian Chiefs.

I want to know more of their honorable toil;

Of their tilling, and plowing, and planting of soil.

I want to learn, too, for rain and for snow,

The methods they used so long ago.

Oh bending tree,

Can you hear me?

I’m as curious as can be!