Chakotay’s Song

From Wed Feb 14 16:22:33 1996
Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 07:24:17 -0500 (EST)
From: mary self
To: David Tremel
Cc: mary self
Subject: Chakotay’s Song

DISCLAIMERS: The character belongs to Paramount, but the work is mine.

I wish to convey my most heartfelt appeciation to all Native American
writers, oral composers, etc., both past and present, whose work substantially
influenced this piece. I hope that my clumsy attempt to incoporate some of
their techniques does not offend or in any way diminish the beauty of their

Chakotay’s Song

by Carly Hunter
copyright 1996


I walk through these corridors
I know them well
Circles within circles
It is a ship of life
Slow is my step.

My wife died a year ago
Yet still I love her
She geve me two fine children
I can ask for nothing else
That night I held her gnarled hand
As beautiful as when I first held it
We kissed and swore our love
She is a part of me
I am a part of her
Our circle remains unbroken
She understood.

I am a father three times
I am a grandfather twice
I am a wrinkled old man
My son and I quarreled
As I did with my father
He speaks now
I forgave
The circle remains unbroken
I understand.

My grandchildren know the way of my people
I tried to teach them well
They will see what I call home
I will see it through their eyes
I will sit on my hill
I will gaze over my village
The circle survives
They will understand.



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