I Am Esselen


My spirit soars over coastal shores
in harmony with our Mother.
Everywhere my eyes can look
I see the carelessness of others.

I give my hands, my heart and head
to work in peaceful natural ways.
I am the red man our Mother made
of sticks and stones and clay.

My heart is red, my body too,
My spirit, strong, and true.
my blood is red and cries for you,
who, know not what you do.

My people yearn for our return
to paths we used to walk
Our spirit moves ahead of us on
our journey back to the "Rock"

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