The day of Chilocco's
Historical Preservation has forever been carved into memory. It was
such a beautiful day.
The drummers called
the first prayer, tears welled in my eyes.
One could the
buildings cries from the hurt for being deserted for so long, yet
thankful for everyone there to heal the brokeness in that the
heart of ONE.
The wind blew softly
as the sun warmed our hearts and souls as Brother Dan spoke so
eloquently off future plans for the sacred grounds.
I've not heard
Brother speak before a crowd, he put the others to shame. . As he
spoke, the crowd grew quiet.
Listening intently as
each word flowed with passion for loved ones' passed and those of
One could hear a pin
Noting those whom
have served for the govt' acknowledging their efforts put
forth...even though forced into the "The Great Landrush".
It was an honor to be
in the presence of so many who care. I'm thankful to have witnessed
a day in the history of,
"The Chilocco Indian
Mary M. Ramirez