My Hometown Poem
Kitigan Zibi, dancing;
Small like a municipality;
The smell of sweet grass lingers;
Drumming, chanting, prayers to the creator, Bless our Land;
Successful, troubled, addicted, rich and poor all inhabit the land;
The day I graduated Cegep, the beginning of my future, my life;
The day I was accepted in the B. Ed program at uOttawa;
My dream is to return home and teach my community;
Short & sweet, hair in a French Twist;
You can be anything you want;
The leaves turn orange;
Kitigan Zibi changing like the seasons.
Small like a municipality;
The smell of sweet grass lingers;
Drumming, chanting, prayers to the creator, Bless our Land;
Successful, troubled, addicted, rich and poor all inhabit the land;
The day I graduated Cegep, the beginning of my future, my life;
The day I was accepted in the B. Ed program at uOttawa;
My dream is to return home and teach my community;
Short & sweet, hair in a French Twist;
You can be anything you want;
The leaves turn orange;
Kitigan Zibi changing like the seasons.