Tribal dawn, part one

 　

Up the Sound on a sunny daywas a tribe of native folkon a river out of the wayin the Northwest, its remote
 Down the Stoluck-wa-mish valleyfollowing its crooked riveryou can hear a calling rallyshouting young the trigger
 Greeting hands and smileswelcome you to a potlucksome come from many milesa celebration is all it took
 Tan faces filled with laughterstrong arms opened widenew beginnings forever afterbig sense of community pride
 The elders stand to the backmore reserved than the restpossessing what young still lackall dressed in their fancy best
 hands out to the newest bridepretty as the morning suncome up the river with the tideno doubt she would be the one
 Coming to offer her medical skillbut they all know why she cameit was known over land and hillshe was a princess with a name
 Lay-lo-la was of old native bloodcome to meet the young Chiefand if they felt there could be lovewould marry, as was their belief
 The Stoluck-wa-mish people beamedexcited for what was to comethis was the tribes biggest dreamplanned for a long time by some
 With her came a name and graceher medicinal skills well knownso gladly they all make her spacehoping she might feel at home
 There will be much for all to doin the days that are to followa bit of match making for twoa bright future dawns tomorrow

 Julie
 D.D.
 2/25/2010
 Still working on this, may be continued in a chapter version. Place names may change.