Native Nations Desserts Cookbook

The American Indian independently invented farming and their women
were the first farmers in this country . . .
May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows
And the Rainbow always touches your shoulder . . .
Lo' the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind sees God in the clouds or hears
him in the wind . . .
Like the moon from day to day let my sorrows wear away . . .
The Moon, her face it red be of water speaks she . . .
Here needy he stands . . . and I am he.
At the first sound of the whippoorwill in the spring, the Indian knew it was
time for planting.