I Am Attean

I am a swift hunter and a polite young man.

I wonder if I can find my manitou.

I hear my lost mother calling.

I see my gone father hunting.

I want to learn the white man’s signs.

I am a swift hunter and a polite young man.

I pretend to hunt moose.

I feel the wind behind me.

I touch the rattling water.

I worry about the white man’s trap.

I cry to see my camp leave.

I am a swift hunter and a polite young man.

I understand I must go hunt.

I say there should be peace.

I dream of unity with the white man.

I try to be brave.

I hope to see my camp again.

I am a swift hunter and a polite young man.