Indian Rock
This is a tale of a sacred place,
Lived in by the forefathers of our race,
For those who pass father to son,
A place in our heart from time begun,
This place that I speak is in every land,
It’s a placed we have loved and worked with our hand,
The name that I gave it is Indian rock,
This spot that I go when my heart need to talk,
Our fathers of past left their hearts in this land,
They give me advice when my heart needs a hand,
If you want to find this place that I speak of,
Reach down to the ground it’s always beneath us!
Written May 1991
By Rocky Theberge
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