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12 , Children' s Page ( continuecl) Mrs.? Reid has for her faithful, loving companion, a Cocker Spaniel, fifteen years oldo This dog, then a pup 1 was forrne-~ly 01:meo. by Hr . and Ers. Andrew Jamieson of Ohsweken. Anothe:c story will appear about a 11 bird feeder" in a later issue. This time, it's going to be about a wonderful l ady. **"1~******7'--1/.-~-~- What about those l:iird-houses? I hope you Juniors are all busy making them. One boy 1 who is now a man r used to make a bird-house from a 4" flower-pot 1 enlarging the hole at the bottom to the size of a quarter and attaching it to a piece of board with nails all around to hold it in place. He nailed a round twig from a tree to the board on which the bird could perch before going into its cozy home. The board was then nailed to a tree - very inexpensive! Good-bye. Bd. C.P. -:HH<-·1/.··:H:-*"'*-¥-·**"<·-lc·X-·X--l',******-lc·X·*-l<·*-lHf*****"'" Whispering Pines by Burton Anderson Have you ever stopped to listen To the gentle whispering pine¥ Nho ever seeks to tell you Of the heritage that is thine? Oh it tells of the glory And honour of the past How our warriors fought for fre edom And died that it should last. Then they tell how Dekanm·Iidah Joined the tribes so war uoulcl cease Ana_ Hodenoshoneh live forever Underneath the 11 Tree of Peace.n How the · eagle screamed a Harning High above the ancient trees [md warned us of the Pale race From across the :..:;astern seao. How these Pale Face came with Hurons To destroy and take our lands But the Hurons died in anguish All along the Georgian sands. /1.nd our warriors with the British Drove the Frenchmen from our shores · And still later fought more Pale Face i·/here the great Niagara roars. Till the sauna. of ' hi teman' s thunder imd the war whoop all did cease Then the Iroquois lived contented Underneath the 11 Tree of Peace." So if you ever s top to listen To the gentle whispering Pine Listen closely and it will tell you Of the heritage that is thine. I hear the distant hear t -beat like heavy tears on a drum, I hear my people crying for something they have not done, r.iy soul is with the ancient and the things that they have done - r1y beloved ancestors. You who were so glib of tongue Who could speak of things to come. Speak to me - Hust we find. the paths ourselves like eagles in the night, Our will the stars guicle us to things that are just and right Hy beloved ancest')rs, you who were so glib of tongue A.nd cou~a ·speak of things to come. Speak to me - Sp.eak to me of the glor · es of the past 1 Let my heart swell with pride And tell me tales of love and truth and of battles won and ost. My beloved ancestors 7 you who were so glib of tongue and could speak of things to come Speak to me - . Teach me in the long-forgotten ways, To listen to the sounds of stone and wood, To listen to the soft r ustle of sweet grasses and winds that blow, To listen to the restles s and calm waters Teach me to listen - I'Iy beleved ancestors 1 you who were so glib of tongue 1 · and could speak of things to come. Speak to me - Have we lost to a hi story? Is our culture dead? Oh my beloved ancestors 1 you who were so glib of tongue And could speak of things to come - Speak to me -,- nowl ! (Louis Harold Bodnar) -:,-:c-l',**·X--l<·-X-******·*******·*****