All this time,

we’ve been writing our history – going in the wrong direction!

The Hawaiians got here first, from the Great Western Sea

and they followed the currents of the rivers and lakes

all the way to the mystery of the Eastern ocean.

And in their claiming and naming,

left their mark on the memory of the wandering tribes

who encountered them and called them “The Originals”.

And when it became too crowded, they, like any sensible peoples,

returned to their out-riggers waiting on the shores of the Western Sea

and paddled home to Paradise.

Leaving their time in the Americas

deep in the cultic tales of the newer inhabitants

who remembered their own grandfathers and grandmothers stories

of standing in awe before those powerful brown men with long black hair

and lovely brown women in reed skirts

shimmering like the tall prairie grass in a gentle breeze

to the rhythms and beats of the great drums and flutes they carried

and they sang songs and told strange tales of waters going on for ever

and great fish who breathed the salt air and pulled their canoes and rafts across the seas!

And they sang the longing songs of returning home,

to where they dreamed to be again.

” TALA HASEE ONE ONTA!

ERIE LACAWA NA – SE QUOIA! (beat the drum)

SAS SAFRA S! (beat! beat the drum!)

SU GUAR O! (beat! beat the drums!)

CHERA KOWA-ARAPA HO-ARIZ ONA!

CANADA GUA!

SACAND AGA!

JUN EAU! (beat!)

ALU TIANS! (beat-beat-beat!)

ALOHA! a’ HAWAii! (roll the drums like thunder!)

And they were gone…