Dedicated to Chief Russell Quastala

Dedicated to Chief Russell Quastala

 Punchlatt
 Punchlatt
Punchlatt
 Punchlatt (  hush )

Oh to have lived in that time of  berry picking
Oh to have lived in that time of great silence


 drum  beat I hear a paddle song sung
 men bringing back the fresh food for us
  ( rattle )

Cedar dressed us from her bark

clam shells  woven cedar hats
 drums from brother deer bodies
songs  from  ocean and paddle

Fresh salt cleansed us everyday
outside
inside
Dandelion
dockin
mullberry
nettle
salmon berry

Everything is here we have just got to remember
(Drum song here )

White folks came from over the sea
 soil turners
 spade and shovel diggers
potatoes
turnips
vegetables

We lived
 in the big house
settlers separated
Into houses 
wood and complicated stairs

We lived
close to
 earth
 fire
water
 wind and sun

Moon and stars

spoke to us 
thunder and lightening
Rain and sun
 in dance we sang to them
Made masks from old stories
 new moons and dreams
Wake with dawn
grandfather sun acknowledged him
Went to bed when he crossed he sky
chasing
 grandmother moon

Grandmother moon guarded  night time dreaming\
Owl red robin birds woke us singing
Nighttime for communication with ancestors passed
Messages from the silence lap water sounds (sound)
Animals would talk to eachother we would listen

Animals birds crawling ones winged ones  sea ones
Part of our clan the bird the beaver the bear racoon
Honey from the honey bee blessings