Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.

We Call the river Beautiful.  We learn to honor the hunters of larger four-footed by using every part, claw and antler, "bone and sinew, hide and hair; yet who can find a use for either eye?" None of our four footed brother should needlessly offer up his life.  We remember the Great Tree Eaters, who were like beaver, except for how they rested their tail, and great size.  The time came when none at all were found. 

We come to understand our Ancient Songs held much accuracy.  As we search among the trees for open places to encourage seeds, we stumble across the folded remnants of a gathering, who were a People. Walking among them, we saw they were a small people,  who were said to be the first to arrive on this Great Island. one of them, and infant, still breathed.  We tell how it was with him, his ways of learning, and his speech.  

How two thirds of the People crossed the Grass Ocean, celebrating Moon for ease of walking, and No Moon for ease of sleeping.  We do not remember how many days or months we walked, in celebration of the long trip of The Strong Young Men who counted not the days, looking for our way through the ,endless mountains to our West.

Squash Blossom turns South with the extra seeds she had grown and stored for such a parting.

Small fruit can kill.  

small fruit brought by one from our People

When we plant and forget our garden, the plants may yet grow, and sustain the future's hungry.  

Squash Blossom, a new name, never before given, to one whose footsteps predict plenty

We discover new seeds in a large pod: Squash!

Dark ocean