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THE TALKING LEAVES
ASequoia's winDters were sixAteen Silent tongue spirit clDean He walked aAt his father's side Across the smoking battle ground Where red aDnd white men lay aAll around So many here had died The wind had scattered around Snow white leaves upDon the grAound Not leaves like leaDves from trees SAequoia said, "What can this be?" "WhDat's the strange thAing here I see?" "From where cDome leaves like thAese? "Sequoia turned to his father's eDyes And he saAid, "Father you're wise From where come such snow white leaves
With such strange marks upon these squares
ANot even the wisDe owl could put them thAere So strange these snow white leDaves" His father shieAlding his concern Resenting the knowledge Sequoia yearned Crumbled the sDnow white leaves He said, "WAhen I explain then it's done These are talking leaves, my son The white men's talking leaves" The white mDan takes a beArry of black and rDed AAnd an eagle's feaDther from the eagle's bAed AAnd he makes bird track marks And the maDrks on the leaves thAey say DCarry messages to his brother far away AAnd his brother knows what's in his heDart They see these marks and they underAstand The truth in the heDart of the far off mAan The enemies can't hear thDem Said SeAquoia's father, "Son They weave bad medicine on these talking leaves Leave such things to them" AThen Sequoia walking lightly FolDlowed his father quAietly
But so amazed was he
If tDhe white man talks on leAaves Why not the CherDokee? VanAished from his father's face SeDquoia went from place to plAace But he coDuld not forget Year after yeAar he worked on and Don TAill finally he cut into stDone The Cherokee alpAhabet
SeAquoia's hair by now was white His eyes began to lose their light But he taught all who would believe That tDhe Indian's thoughts coAuld be written doDwn JAust as the white men's thDere on the grAound And he left us thDese talking leAaves