Love it has so many beautiful faces Sharing lives and sharing days My love it had so many empty spaces I'm sharing a memory now I hope that's how it stays
Now I'm deep inside love and still breathing She is holding my heart in her hand I'm the closest I've been to believing This could be love forever
All throughout my life the reasons I've demanded But how can I reason with the reason I'm a man
In a minute I'm needing to hold her In an hour I'm cold, cold as stone When she leaves it gets harder and harder to face life alone Now my dreams are filled with times when we're together Guess what I need from her is forever love
Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereon with respect. Remain close to the Great Spirit. Show great respect for your fellow beings. Work together for the benefit of all Mankind. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.
Do what you know to be right. Look after the well being of mind and body. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good. Be truthful and honest at all times. Take full responsibility for your actions. Let us greet the dawn of a new day when all can live as one with nature and peace reigns everywhere.
Oh Great Spirit, bring to our brothers the wisdom of Nature and the knowledge that if her laws are obeyed this land will again flourish and grasses and trees will grow as before.
Guide those that through their councils seek to spread the wisdom of their leaders to all people. Heal the raw wounds of the earth and restore to our soul the richness which strengthens men's bodies and makes them wise in their councils.
Bring to all the knowledge that great cities live only through the bounty of the good earth beyond their paved streets and towers of stone and steel.
Written by Rosa Bell Illustrated by Christian White
Many, many years ago a Haida family lived in a village called Yan. In that family there was a boy named Sta-th. He was one of the Eagle clan. He wore an Eagle carving around his neck. Sta-th's mother was called Koon-jaat. She was also from the Eagle clan. Her hat had an eagle on top of it.
Sta-th's father's name was An-o-wat. An-o-wat was from a different clan. He was one of the raven clan. He wore a Raven crest on his clothes.
One day An-o-wat was fixing their fishing canoe. Sta-th went over to help his father. Soon the canoe was ready. An-o-wat started to take the canoe down to the water. Sta-th asked, "May I go, Father? May I go with you?"
An-o-wat said, "Yes, I will take you. We'll go as far as Rose Spit. I want to see if there are any more holes in the canoe to fix up."
Sta-th jumped into the canoe. It was a beautiful day for a ride.
The water was very calm. The canoe moved smoothly through the water. An-o-wat was glad to see that there were no holes in the canoe. The canoe was now ready for fishing.
By the time they got to Rose Spit, the sun had begun to set. They wanted to get home before dark, so they started back.
Sta-th was fascinated with the water. He bent over the side of the canoe. Sta-th watched the clear blue-green water as they travelled. He saw big crabs and pretty starfish. Jellyfish flashed here and there.
Suddenly, Sta-th shouted, "Stop, Father, stop! Look into the water."
Sta-th is pointing at something in the water.
They both looked down. They saw the most beautiful village. It looked like their own village. There were lots of longhouses and many canoes. However this village was different from theirs. It had tall, tall poles. These poles had beautiful carvings on them.
They looked at this village for a long time. An-o-wat looked carefully at the poles. He saw a raven and eagle carved on the poles. He saw a bear and a whale, too.
Soon it grew too dark to see. They decided it was best not to tell anyone about what they had seen. People might not believe their story.
The next day, An-o-wat and Sta-th went into the forest. They were looking for a big cedar tree. An-o-wat wanted to make a pole like the one in the underwater village. He wanted to show his pole to the people of Yan. Then he knew they would believe him.
At last, they found a good cedar tree.
An-o-wat and Sta-th began to carve the pole. An-o-wat put a raven on top. Then he carved a strong bear and a killer whale. That night they shared their secret with Koon-jaat.
Each day they worked long and hard on their pole. It took many, many days to finish it.
At last the big day came. They were ready to take the pole to the village.
An-o-wat called a meeting with his family. His brothers and sisters came. His aunts and uncles came. His grandfathers and grandmothers came, too. They all came to hear what An-o-wat had to say.
An-o-wat told them the story. Sta-th told them what he had seen at the bottom of the sea. Then An-o-wat showed them the pole.
An-o-wat called for a village meeting. Everyone thought that the Eagle clan should raise the pole. An-o-wat and his family would have to pay them.
An-o-wat asked the Eagle clan for help. He asked them to help bring the pole to the village. The people of Yan saw them pulling the beautiful pole. They were very excited.
The next day, An-o-wat and Sta-th dressed in their best clothes. They both felt proud of the work they had done. Many people were invited to come and see the pole.
An-o-wat and his family met their guests at the beach. They welcomed the guests with a song.
People came from all over the islands. They came to see the first totem pole.
Soon the Eagle clan raised the pole.
All the people went into the longhouse for a feast. An-o-wat's family gave gifts to the Eagle clan.
They gave songs and dances. They gave drums and rattles.They gave canoes and animal skins, too.
There was singing and dancing long into the night. The sun was rising as the people went home. Everyone was thinking of what they might carve. This is how the Haida people began to carve totem poles. This is the story of the first totem pole.
One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints did appear, And I asked the Lord, What have we here? Those prints are large and round and neat, O Lord, theyre too big for my feet.
My child, He said in somber tones, For miles I carried you along. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt.
Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand! or leave their butt prints in the sand.
One day in your life You'll remember a place Someone touching your face You'll come back and you'll look around, you'll . . .
One day in your life You'll remember the love you found here You'll remember me somehow Though you don't need me now I will stay in your heart And when things fall apart You'll remember one day . . .
One day in your life When you find that you're always waiting For a love we used to share Just call my name, and I'll be there
You'll remember me somehow Though you don't need me now I will stay in your heart And when things fall apart You'll remember one day . . .
One day in your life When you find that you're always lonely For a love we used to share Just call my name, and I'll be there
Ninove - Graag laten we u nog even meegenieten van het gedicht dat onze stadsdichter Willie Verhegghe schreef ter gelegenheid van de onthulling van Dingsken. Een uniek monument waar Ninovieters trots mogen op zijn. Dank ook aan alle lezers die ons fotos bezorgden. Je vindt een selectie in het fotoalbum.
Karnaval is mijn leven en zolang er leven is zal karnaval blijven wat het altijd is geweest: een feest dat in mijn hoofd een jaar lang rust en plots op een dag vol kleuren mijn hart en handen in vuur en vlam zet en ik met bier en plezier, toeters en trompetten bij de Koepoort uit de bol en daarna door de knieën ga zodat alleen een wortel redding brengen kan.
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