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Memories of a time long past.



When Majestic Bison roamed

the Native's Land.

Brave and Free, eating grass, leisurely.



Enter White Man in all his revelry

Then Native lands were stolen.

Replaced with their blood through trickery!

Mammoth Buffalo no longer roamed.

Slaughtered needlessly,

from their Nature Home.



Enter Mary McGuire Martell

A small woman, and with much love

for her husband, and the American Indian.....

Recorded names, records, dated lineages,

This is her story in beautiful poetry.

Her dream, "Will the American Indian ever again be free?"

"We Will Be Known By The Tracks We Leave
Behind!"........An Indian Proverb






THE AMERICAN INDIAN

A race whose ancient lineage.
Goes back through countless years.....
And research for it's origin,
A fruitless task appears.
Columbus found this country.
An ancient tribal land.
Inhabited by many tribes.
Each ruled by Chief's commands.
Each mountain, lake and river known,
And named no spot untrod.
For just how many centuries.
Is only known to God.

This beautiful poem
was created by
Mary McGuire Martell

AN INDIAN MAID LAMENTS

If I could recall all the heartaches,
of my forefathers in the years long gone by.
If I could but erase the tears from their faces.
How Happily would I now try.
I am now waiting, only waiting,
For the pale faces to pay,
for the land I once cherished,
but not allowed to stay.
Was like me waiting, just waiting,
for the great white father to speak.
And where there was suffering and wailing.
There might have been calm and peace.
Had the Red Man received as was promised.
All the tears could have been erased.
So for the years gone by, and the next to come.
I pray this battle in our favor will be won.

This very sad lamenting poem
was created by Birdie Martell
who is Mary Martell's daughter.

I WONDER.....
What of the rugged winding roads?
Were they the trails of Indian feet?
What of the bluffs and craggy heights?
Who watched from them, the Red Man fights?

I WONDER.....
You old Indian Mounds where smoke signals flared.
What tales wouldst tell, could you but say,
Great Mississippi River once so deep and wide,
What caused your waters to subside?

I WONDER.....
Your towering graves on lonely mounds
Are Red Men's spirits, guarding round?
Old ruined kiln, and lead mines dead.
Did they give out when the Red Men fled?

I WONDER.....
Forgotten mounds on many a bluff.
Are just the remaining graves tribute enough?
O' Landmarks old, on hills and vales.
When will we know your century tales?

I WONDER.....

This sad but beautiful poem
was created by
Mary McGuire Martell

The opening poem
was created by
Cheri Cam LeBren

"May all these beautiful

people whom their Creator loves

very much, rest in peace, at last!

Their Great Spirit whom they

loved so much will repay, one day!"


November 2003




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MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS

Contributed by lovingcritters on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 06:32:56 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy






Memories of a time long past.



When Majestic Bison roamed

the Native's Land.

Brave and Free, eating grass, leisurely.



Enter White Man in all his revelry

Then Native lands were stolen.

Replaced with their blood through trickery!

Mammoth Buffalo no longer roamed.

Slaughtered needlessly,

from their Nature Home.



Enter Mary McGuire Martell

A small woman, and with much love

for her husband, and the American Indian.....

Recorded names, records, dated lineages,

This is her story in beautiful poetry.

Her dream, "Will the American Indian ever again be free?"

"We Will Be Known By The Tracks We Leave
Behind!"........An Indian Proverb






THE AMERICAN INDIAN

A race whose ancient lineage.
Goes back through countless years.....
And research for it's origin,
A fruitless task appears.
Columbus found this country.
An ancient tribal land.
Inhabited by many tribes.
Each ruled by Chief's commands.
Each mountain, lake and river known,
And named no spot untrod.
For just how many centuries.
Is only known to God.

This beautiful poem
was created by
Mary McGuire Martell

AN INDIAN MAID LAMENTS

If I could recall all the heartaches,
of my forefathers in the years long gone by.
If I could but erase the tears from their faces.
How Happily would I now try.
I am now waiting, only waiting,
For the pale faces to pay,
for the land I once cherished,
but not allowed to stay.
Was like me waiting, just waiting,
for the great white father to speak.
And where there was suffering and wailing.
There might have been calm and peace.
Had the Red Man received as was promised.
All the tears could have been erased.
So for the years gone by, and the next to come.
I pray this battle in our favor will be won.

This very sad lamenting poem
was created by Birdie Martell
who is Mary Martell's daughter.

I WONDER.....
What of the rugged winding roads?
Were they the trails of Indian feet?
What of the bluffs and craggy heights?
Who watched from them, the Red Man fights?

I WONDER.....
You old Indian Mounds where smoke signals flared.
What tales wouldst tell, could you but say,
Great Mississippi River once so deep and wide,
What caused your waters to subside?

I WONDER.....
Your towering graves on lonely mounds
Are Red Men's spirits, guarding round?
Old ruined kiln, and lead mines dead.
Did they give out when the Red Men fled?

I WONDER.....
Forgotten mounds on many a bluff.
Are just the remaining graves tribute enough?
O' Landmarks old, on hills and vales.
When will we know your century tales?

I WONDER.....

This sad but beautiful poem
was created by
Mary McGuire Martell

The opening poem
was created by
Cheri Cam LeBren

"May all these beautiful

people whom their Creator loves

very much, rest in peace, at last!

Their Great Spirit whom they

loved so much will repay, one day!"


November 2003








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Re: MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 06:45:24 AM AEST
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wow!
Thank u so much for sharing this!
I'm native american, mostly Cherakee that I know.
I' m also one quaater German but both my grandmas were Indian but I'm not sure on one side what kind of Indian!
This is so touching!
thank God these were preserved as I feel I see part of my past before i was born.
Thank u for sharing once again.
peace, joy, luv,
emy


Re: MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS (User Rating: 1 )
by Merry on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 10:23:25 AM AEST
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Such heartfelt words from strong women. beautiful and inspiring. I am part native american - unfortunately I do not know the history of my family that well - my great grandmother may have been a full blooded native american, but i don't know for sure. anyway - i really loved these poems and it always makes me sad to read how the tribes were destroyed by the arrival of white men. when will we ever learn tolerance and embrace different cultures -
thanks connie sue for sharing these beautiful poems

merry


Re: MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Friday, 14th November 2003 @ 01:56:05 PM AEST
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as always my friend.......you do her justice......


Re: MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th November 2003 @ 12:23:39 AM AEST
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Beauty,sadness,truth,hope ..all captured perfectly.
Thank you dear friend for sharing.I may be gone from this site but it makes me smile to come back and see these truths posted..
Always you will be..a dear friend
Ever,I will think you.... amazing!
Loving Whiskers (lol) *winks*


Re: MARY MCGUIRE MARTELL'S MEMOIRS (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 21st November 2003 @ 10:04:11 PM AEST
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There were two Mary McGuire Martell's, this lady and my grandmother - they were cousins. From her long search to establish Ojibwe (Chippewa) heritage connection in a settlement under the Indian Claims Commission Act of 1946, a couple of cousins and I, through our French-Canadian Martell and Indian ancestory, have published a more comprehensive document. Mary's work gave us courage and a much need direction. We morn the injustice of all Native Americans.

Dick McQuisten
Laramie, WY




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