Mile After Mile

Mile after Mile by Carol Markstrom
VERSE 1
Long on the road makes me think. What’s beneath this tar and concrete?
Atlantic to Pacific smell sweetgrass and sage, feel Earth’s heartbeat.
I’ve been across this land and listened for voices of those unsung.
Sacred places, many tongues, old and young, the stories are not yet done.
CHORUS
Mile after mile after mile
Cross the Ohio, the wide Missouri
Green forests, gold prairie grass.
Red rock canyons, blue mountain pass.
The road will take me back.
Mile after mile
VERSE 2
Teepee circles campfire rings, smoke climbs high to the sky.
Arrowheads rest in forests and fields, messages in stone far and wide.
Places where prayers are carried. Rise in the wind like a feather.
Pipestone to Medicine Wheel, the sacred hoop gathers all together.
CHORUS
BRIDGE
It’s said to the victor goes the spoils, the conqueror tells the tales.
Is this a land for us all, or just a place to make a sale? In the words of Chief Seattle:
SPOKEN:
Every part of this Earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore,
Every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect
Is holy in the memory and life of my people.
The sap coursing through trees carries the memories of all.
FINAL CHORUS Tag: Mile After Mile