This lake contains the breath of our ancestors, contains the blood of our kind, harbours the remnants of our forebears. We and this lake are relatives. This lake and so many others have links to us. Every cloud contains a part of our history. Each played a part, however long ago, that in time allowed us this view. And in the ground beneath our feet, our brothers' soil in kind. Our heritage is in front of us, around us, in us, alive in all we are.
(The poem was first published in December 2010. The text was used as voice-over in another video which had extensive airplay in the US and Canada some years ago.)
Other Poetry Videos:
All that I own: http://youtu.be/A1WdoDm6ae0
Holy Ground: http://youtu.be/m5A0dvMfFLM