An Abenaki Prayer & Poem

An Abenaki Prayer

 

Kasaiwi Niona Enna Odakozik Chibaio Agaskwikok

With we who visit Ghosts from

 

Kizos Aalakws Nionakiya Alnobanogan Nionakiya

The Sun Star of Our Birth and in Our

 

Aw8zsiswogan Enni Taolani Agaskwikok Noesal Niona

Infancy Which is from the Land of

 

Kizosaltoalakws Taolawisi Maskozisis Taolwisi Nolka Moz

The Rising Star as Long as the Deer and Moose shall run free and the Grass Shall Grow

 

Sibo Ikok Pon Tekw

And the Rivers Run Swiftly the Abenaki Shall Survive

 

Wobigid Sanoba Magigwogan

The Whiteman’s Wickedness

 

N’mahomios Chibaio

Again our Grandfathers Spirits

 

Amikimek Pmegamek Agakidozik

Have Given us Guidance and Wisdom to

 

Rise and come together to Dance We have been taught

Kazaldozk Nigawes Spemki Toldal8zi Nosokazik

 

To Love Mother Earth and to Respect Her

Niona Aho Wobenakiak Kizos Posiwaganogan

 

We are the Children of the Dawn the People

Wobenakiak Mozmozik Odiozon

 

Of the East May the Great Spirit and

The Great Creator Bless Us and Smile upon Us

Kinikinik Volcanda Kottliwi Kwahliwi Tapsiwi

 

By Chief Edwin “Joe” Pero, Coos (Cowasuck-Koasek) Deer Clan 

 

 

 

AN ABENAKI POEM

As we stand tall, we hold each other's hand.

We want you to understand who and what we are.

In our body, and soul, we are Abenaki Indians.

As we yell, "we do exist."

Look at us! We are real, inside and out.

Put us on your list. We have been brave.

We cannot look the other way.

We are here to stay. You hear our drums play.

We bring peace from our chief who stands proud on our ground that we share.

We all breath the same air. We drink the same water.

 Our ancestors are still here. If you quit, you can hear them cry.

They still want to know why; Can't you accept us?

Open your eyes. We are here and, stand proud.

We are Abenaki

By Jeannine (Bunnell) Smith (c) 2008 Koasek Abenaki Citizen

 

Reflection 

I gaze into the running brook

And see my father’s face

Both my grandfathers stand behind him,

As all my great-grandfathers do.

 

I look into the sky

And see my mother’s eyes

With both my grandmothers behind her

As all my great-grandmothers do

By Paul J. Bunnell, UE, Chief