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                 Volume IV
                            Introduction
     The Vancouver Island Region Aboriginal Education Circle is proud to continue
     with this, the fourth edition of Duck Soup for the Aboriginal Soul. This volume
     is composed entirely of stories, poetry and artwork submitted by students in our
     regional district.

     We would like to dedicate this publication to the Aboriginal Support workers
     who work so diligently and dedicatedly with our children. Their caring does
     make a difference!


                       CONTRIBUTING SCHOOL DISTRICTS:

                       School District 61 - Victoria
                       School District 62 - Sooke
                       School District 64 - Gulf Islands
                       School District 68 - Nanaimo/Ladysmith
                       School District 70 - Port Alberni
                       School District 72 - Campbell River
                       School District 85 - Vancouver Island North

                       Layout/Editing: Cam Pinkerton - SD70




                                                                                Cover Page:
                                                                                Sierra Thomas
                                                                                SD70

                                                                                Inside Front Cover:
                                                                                Melissa Nicolaye
                                                                                SD72




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                           Making Duck Soup
     Duck Soup - Nuu-chah-nulth Style

     Pluck Duck (save feathers for pillows). Singe off feathers over open
     fire. Lay the duck stomach down. Cut around the wing area. Pull the
     breast away from the wing area. Pull away breast bone. Cut off legs
     in pieces.

     Bring salted water to boil, add duck. Boil for 20 minutes. Add pota-
     toes and onion. Thicken if desired.

     Source: 1989 Ha-ho-payak calendar/Duck Soup for the Aboriginal Soul vol 3




     Wild Duck Soup

     2 Green onions, finely chopped
     1 Tbsp cooked oil
     1 Inch fresh root ginger, peeled and finely chopped
     4 Oz cooked duck meat, chopped
     4 Oz winter melon, thinly sliced
     6 Cups chicken stock
     Salt to taste
     1 Tbsp dry sherry ( optional )
     1 Tsp arrowroot or cornstarch blend with 1 tsp stock
     Freshly ground pepper to taste

     Procedures:

     1) Fry green onions in the oil for 1 minute.
     2) Add ginger and duck meat. Stir fry for 1 minute.
     3) Add winter melon and stir fry for a further 1-2minutes and then add stock and the
     remaining ingredients.
     4) Gently simmer for 2-3 minutes until the soup becomes clear. Serves immediately

     Source: Duck Soup for the Aboriginal Soul vol 1 and http://library.thinkquest.org/20371/ducksoup.htm




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                                                                     Goodbye
                   Kelsey
                                                        Dedicated to my granny: Edith Helen Walkus
       Small Cute Beautiful Adorable
              Relative of Rosalie                        There is no sound, it’s just silent all
      Lover of her family, mom and dad                                     around
     Who feels so happy to be in the world               because someone I love has passed.
              Loves to watch TV.                            It felt like her life went by fast.
                 Loves to sleep                              There she lies, not talking, not
       Who needs to get used to the world                                breathing,
            Who needs to understand                         it just looks like she’s sleeping.
           And who wants to have fun                      Wishing that she would wake, talk,
  Who fears loud noises, the dark, and people who                  and get up and walk.
                      scare her                              So I try to be strong and calm.
     Who gives love, happiness and memories                And I try to stay happy, but it just
  Who would like to see the world, family and friends                   feels wrong.
                    Kelsey Pelkey                          In my mind I don’t want to let go,
                                                           and everything goes by real slow.
                      Roy Jimmy                         It’s still silent all around .. there is not
                       Grade 11                                    one tiny little sound.
                                                         And as we’re watching her spirit fly
                                                          high, and hearing everyone’s cries
                                                                   and saying Goodbye
                                                         I never, ever felt this sad, losing her
               Port Alberni Diamante                                  hurt me real bad.
                                                         And now I know how it feels to lose
                   Boring Pointless                          someone special whom I love,
                Growing Fishing Biking                  but now she can watch us all from up
               Place Home Quiet Town                                       above.
              Swimming Visiting Relaxing
                   My Birth Place                              Maggie (Walkus) Toye,
                                                        S.J. Willis STARS Program: 15 years
                       Pete Evans                              Gwa’sala [Port Hardy]
                        Grade 9




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                                                  I Am

                                           I am observant and caring
                                       I wonder why I am so impatient
                                     I hear the wind against the window
                                                  I see a sun rise
                                I want to become a high paying psychologist
                                         I pretend to do my homework
                                                   I feel anxious
                                                 I touch the wind
                                            I worry about my brother
                                   I cry about losing someone close to me
                                           I am observant and caring
                                   I understand that your feelings are hurt
                             I say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
                                      I try to live up to my expectations
                                             I hope to grad this year
                                           I am observant and caring

                                             Mandela Smith
                                                Grade 12
                                          Esquimalt High School



                                              Aunty Cindy

                                             My aunty Cindy
                                   Religious Generous Jovial Beautiful
                                             Relative of mine
                                   Lover of Jesus, her family, and elders
                               Who feels confident, determined and selfless
                             Who needs to be loved, cherished and respected
                                            Who fears nothing
                       Who gives her heart, her happiness and everything she has.
            Who would like to see her family members successful, strangers happy, and everyone
                                        around her to feel fulfilled.

                                           Hulan Gina Lecoy
                                               Grade 11
                                           Esquimalt High School




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                                                             My Stereo Haiku
                    Happiness                                  Black white stereo
                                                           Playing music in my room
                      Happiness
                                                              In the morning, rap.
           Not feeling lonely or crowded
              Not being angry or frustrated
                                                                 Pete Evans
 Not anxious and nervous like when I am depressed
                                                                  Grade 9
              I am smiling and joyful
                                                            Esquimalt High School
            Happy to feel strong love,
  Happy I’m looked after by the creator up above,
         Happy for the knowledge I know,                          Riddle Poem
              and it truly does show!
                                                                      Wood
                   Twyla Boersen                                 Scary Bubbles
                      Grade 11                              Smells like burning plastic
                Esquimalt High School                         Like red hot streams
                                                                       Fire

                                                                   Jackie Smith
                                                                    Grade 11
                My Best Friend’s Bio Poem
                                                                Esquimalt High School
                            Jerrica
          Is outgoing, thoughtful, and adventurous.
                     Relative of Tabitha
            Lover of friends, shopping and music.
         Who feels loved, respected, and cherished.
          Who needs comfort, security, and family.
         Who fears slugs, nightmares, and loneliness.
        Who gives inspiration, motivation and attention.       Lacrosse Diamante
          Who would like to see California, family,
                         and the past.                                Lacrosse
                                                                     Fun Rough
                        Christine Bouchier                     Running Hitting Passing
                           Grade 11                        Fast Slow Excitement Confident
                        Esquimalt High School                   Skating Icing Scoring
                                                                      Hockey

                                                                     Francis Sam
                                                                      Grade 9
                                                                Esquimalt High School




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                                       Angry

                                     I am angry
                                      Not happy
                                     Not excited
                             Not as angry as my momma
                                   But very upset
                         Angry because I can’t go to the clubs
                          Angry because I don’t have money
                            Angry that I can’t go dancing.

                                  Deanna Marchand
                                      Grade 11
                                Esquimalt High School

                                       Alone

                               I didn’t want to admit it
                                  It was easier to lie
                          And hide the hurt and emptiness
                                To smile instead of cry
                            I didn’t want to face the fact
                                 My life is full of pain
                         And I long to stop my bleeding heart
                            ‘Cause I feel oh so forgotten
                               So betrayed and so alone
                            Without a trace of forgivenss
                            And no soul to call my own
                            I didn’t want to hide the fact
                             I can not spread my wings
                              My happiness has melted
                              Into tears and other things
                            I didn’t want to face the fact
                              My wishes have no home
                                  Return to any wish
                                     Bow my head
                                    And cry alone!

                                   Katie Joseph
                                     Grade 9
                               Esquimalt High School



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                                               My Dad

                                                 Phil
                                   Smoker Strong Smart Trucker
                                         Relative of myself
                              Lover of Girls Trucking Being himself
                                    Who feels Hate Desire Pain
                                 Who needs Anger Money Family
                            Who fears No one Nothing Me in danger
                                Who gives Hope Happiness Anger
               Who would like to see that I go to College, that I live a good life, Peace.
                                        Resident of his Semi
                                                Veiszer

                                            Alex Veiszer
                                              Grade 9
                                        Esquimalt High School




                                       My Brother Garry

                                        Garry Garry Garry
                                      The rain is your tears
                                    The thunder is your anger
                                 The snow is how gentle you are
                               The leaves are how you flow into life
                                   The sun is how bright you is
                                    Nothing can shine brighter
                            Than how you brighten other people’s lives.

                                         Norma Jean Sam
                                             Grade 9
                                       Esquimalt High School




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                                           Language

                                    Mouth speaking words that
                                   the tongue was never taught,
                                        prayers and blessings
                                   in a language older than rain.
                                 There is no solitude under cedar,
                              always in the presence of other beings.
                                   True silence is myth in forest,
                                   since silence itself is a sound
                                    and the breath of the trees.
                                Inhale this image and learn from it,
                                   hemlock straining with arms
                           stretched skyward in the depth of devotion -
                                       face turned to the sun.
                                        Jessie Housty
                                          Grade 12
                                    Victoria High School



                                        The Wooden Box

                   The box was coloured with red, black, purple and blue.
                        It was a rectangular shape and it was 3D-like.
                           It was made of yellow cedar and copper.
                             It had eyes of a beautiful sea serpent.
                             It must have been a million years old.
                            The box had smooth and lumpy spots.
                   It was in bad condition; the poor box was falling apart.
                             It was a box ... a very interesting one.
                              It looked as if it could be displayed.
                                 The box was lights as a feather.
                                   It remained a box forever!!!

                                      Tania Dawson
                                        Grade 11
                                  Mt. Douglas Secondary




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                        My Inspiration ... My Father, Art Thompson


            To many you were a hero, a role model or an idol. But, dad, to me you are
            my Inspiration. You’re my inspiration to always do my best, and to strive
            for success within myself. Dad, you showed me something that most people
            do not understand until they are adults - love as well as understanding. You
            went through trying times with your past, yet you still had the strength and
            energy to keep up a large family. You overcame things that most people may
            take their life over. You had a horrible childhood in the residential school,
            and as you grew as the person you were meant to be, you fought for the
            freedom of other children, because you would never want another child to
            experience as terrifying and as horrible a childhood as you did.

            After you ran from this life of terror, in a place that through a child’s eye
            would be a prison, you were exposed to more hurt and mistrust. You looked
            for love in all the wrong places, whether it was through women, or through
            drugs on the street, you knew life wasn’t suppose to be this hard.
            Once you found your soul mate, or your angel from God, life seemed to
            brighten up. But even if you had her, you still had deep wounds to heal. You
            knew before loving someone else with all your heart, you would have to
            love yourself the very same way or possibly more. Your self-esteem grew
            higher, and your love for your family grew larger. You did things almost
            unimaginable, even through your art you showed your everlasting love for
            your people and culture.

            You grew as a person from day one to the very last breath. You did so much
            for people and expected only love and respect in return. I sit here writing
            words expressed through my heart and tears, knowing the world has lost
            a truly great man, and with heaven gaining a great soul. Your love for
            your family will be forever remembered through your children and your
            grandchildren. Your love for your people will be treasured in your art. But
            the love we shared as father and daughter will last endlessly woven in my
            heart.

            You are my inspiration to live my life to the fullest, to love myself before
            others and even to treat others with full respect if I want the same treatment
            back. When I look at myself I see you, dad, and sometimes that’s all I need
            to see, to get myself up and keep doing all I can to be the best I can be. Dad
            you are my inspiration to keep living the life you deserved when you were a
            kid. You are not only my hero, or my role model, or even my idol. Dad you
            are my inspiration.

                                          Evelyn Thompson


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                                             Love
                             Love is like feeling you can do anything.
                It’s happiness and feeling love all the time from the moment you
                                        knew you were in love.
                  Love is knowing you have someone to share everything with,
                 and knowing that person will comfort you in your time of need.
                          There are no words to describe love ... it just IS.
                                       It’s like a newborn dove,
                              full of beauty happiness and joyfulness.
                    Without love in this world, everything would be pointless.
                           To have and to hold. To love and to cherish.
                                   Without you I wouldn’t be true.
                        I am in love with you and I know you love me too.
                                When I am with you, I feel no pain.
                             You shine with sunlight on a day of rain.

                                      Norma Jean Sam
                                           Grade 9
                                 Esquimalt Community School



                                                               Culture

                                                      People say culture is a way of life.
                                                                I believe that too.
                                                     I tell them it’s really precious to me.
                                         Sometimes I forget what the word “culture” means to me.
                                          But all I do is read back into time and then I remember.
                                          The only thing I would never forget is my Indian name,
                                     where I am from, who I really am, and who all of you are out there.
                                                      Culture is very strong and wealthy.
                                              I find culture interesting, fun and sometimes sad.
                                                 Culture is another way to show your identity.
                                               How? you ask. Indian name, tribe and family.
                                         You can also show people your knowledge about culture.
                                           Others know culture as another way to live their lives.
                                         Culture is like the word “vax w’icl” - To give a gift

                                                             Mandela Smith
                                                                Grade 12
                                                       Esquimalt Community School




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                                     The Colours of Fury




         Is red the color of rage?
                 It blinds me when I least expect it.
         Is green the color of jealousy?
                 I see it when I am wrong and you are right.
         Is blue the color of fear?
                 I am it when I have been trapped or wounded.
         Is black the color of the ground I walk on?
                 Could I fall into the abyss or stand firm and recharge my spirit?
         Is grey the color of my depression?
                 I wallow in it before I clear and move forward.
         Is yellow the color of forgiveness?
                 I choose it when my anger subsides.
         Is orange the color of fire?
                 I become it as I find my strength, beginning again.
         Is white the energy I give back to myself,
                 When, as before, I control my own instability?
                            Colours Blended
                                                  Denise




                                            My Rememberings

                             I am too young for school, great-grandmother teaches me
                I sit tall on my tiny feet in the chair by the table, great-grandmother praises me
          I am too small to reach the cupboard where the chocolate mix is, great-grandmother helps
                                        me, the little chocolate treats are inside
                  I squirm too much at night, great-grandmother scolds me, she needs her rest
                    I am without a home, great-grandmother shares her Quonset hut with me,
                                  I am fragmented, great-grandmother is healing me
                               I wonder now…………..did great-grandmother dance?


                                                    Denise



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                                         The Horrible Bear

         Walking through the forest one sweet day,             Crawling is your only way of escape now,
                   Peacefully walking along,                    You wish you knew God in that moment,
              You walk through a patch of trees,              You see her; she is onto your scent of blood,
                You can see an opening ahead,                    You are the innocent, now the hunted,
             You hear something weird and wild,                      To see her charge towards you,
                You see them playing around,                   Her massive arms moving ever so swiftly,
                      Her cubs are nearby,                          She is really a powerful animal,
              Seeing them is your signal to run,                  She really is beautiful, but horrible,
                  Mother might get worried,                     Charging and attacking was her strategy,
       Too late as you see her charging towards you,                      It won’t work today,
    You tried to get away as fast as you could, but you     You quickly grasp your arms around your neck,
                             couldn’t,                           Like you were holding on to your life,
             You hear her roar from behind you,             You make sure that your stomach isn’t showing.
       That is why they call her the “Horrible Bear”,       You smell the “Horrible bear”; she is close now,
            You realize the odds are against you,                       She stops in front of you,
                 She is very strong and angry,           You know that she has five hideous claws on each paw,
          She stands up and calls out her challenge,           She slashes once, twice, you’ve lost count,
                    You cower at her height,                  We all dread these last seconds in your life,
            Defeated you look for a place to hide,               You bonk her nose trying to stop her,
           Running desperately, looking, looking,                          Drat it didn’t work,
       As you look back she is gaining very quickly,          Blood now is soaking through your clothes,
          Seeing a tree you climb up it desperately,               Dripping slowly down your back,
              She stops at the bottom of the tree,                In horrible pain, you try to look up,
     She stands up and starts pushing hard on the tree,               She notices that you did so,
     You feel butterflies as it sways from side to side,               Trying to cover up quickly,
         As it cracks you see splinters flying away,                     Before her next attack,
      You realize that your life is short and unwanted,      You now go into the same position as before,
    Your hours have turned into minutes, minutes into                     You do it just in time,
                             seconds,                          She charges at you again, from far ahead,
          The tree cracks slowly; the tree is falling                She approaches where you lay,
 Falling down in the tree, you try to push the tree away,              A shot from a gun goes off,
 It falls to the ground slowly; you see it coming towards            You see it hit her on her body,
                               you,                                        He shot her wrong,
                  It hits the ground suddenly,                      She charges at him, and not you,
                Black out for only a moment,                       You look up from where you lay,
                Opening your eyes you see it,                          You see that he is a Native,
                  Is it the angel, or the bear?                      You see his Plain Gazing look,
        You open your eyes; you’re in a lot of pain,                   He is fearless of the odds,
               You try to get up, but it hurts to,                He starts singing in a Native tongue,
      Falling onto the ground, you try to crawl away,                You hope that she would stop,
           It hurts to even move your legs slowly,                       She stops in her tracks,
                  You look back just in time,                               He stops singing,

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                                The Horrible Bear (cont’d)

                                    He starts talking to the bear,
                                You can’t understand the language,
                                Sadò~ne:k hnyáwai~ ejidwadrò:he~
                                    She looks at you desperately,
                         The Native points his hand to a far away cave,
                              He is telling her to go away from here,
                     She glares at you, then walks away slowly and defeated,
                                           She is gone now,
                                 You hear her in the bushes nearby,
                                    The loud noises suddenly by,
                               You see her charge at him from trees,
                        She charges at him, yet he still stands in her path,
                                   He speaks loudly and angrily,
                                      Ì:s gè:s gwahs Sadò~ne:k,
                                       You hear 10 shots go off,
                             It hits her leg; she falls onto the ground,
                                    In her eyes you can see pain,
                              She hits the ground, and doesn’t move,
                                   You see her eyes close slowly,
                                     You realize that she is dead,
                                         What about the cubs?
                                 The cubs are still playing around,
                                  Just let nature take care of them,
                                           Whose Yo mama?




                                        James Heathcliff




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                                       My Mother

                                I admire her because She’s
                                  always been on my side
                               helped me through school and
                                     all my hard times.

                                 If it weren’t for my mom
                                   I wouldn’t be in school
                                  I would have harsh hard
                                           times.

                                    She always told me,
                                     “Think twice before
                                      you do anything
                                          stupid.”

                                     I wanted to listen,
                                       but until I drank
                                She is now helping me stop
                                  Rather than continuing.

                                If it weren’t for my mother
                                  my life would be harsh
                                       and miserable.

                                 But she is always there for
                                   me and I am glad she
                                          Is there.

                                 Mom, if it weren’t for you
                                  I would be a bad little
                                           brat…

                                       You’re here now,
                              so I try to follow everything you
                                        Ask me to do…

                                       Juliana Lucas




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                                             Why am I here
           Well, I think that I am here for a good reason .I think it is for sports and just make

           people laugh at me or with me .I will be a good guy too for any body if they are

            good to me. If not then it is a different story. I think I am a nice guy. If not I can

            be an mean one so this is a warning to those who would piss me off. Watch out

           because I will hurt you or put you in a cast, just like that, ok. I don’t have much to

                                    say now but it might be it for now.


           The other reason I am here is to have lots of friends in the world. I think because I

           have a big family too. I have family up in Duncan, Esquimalt, Songees, Saanich,

           Sooke, and in town. This is all I can remember for now, but I will be adding some

           more on this later. But now I don’t have anything to talk about. I don’t know on

                                          what or on something.



           I will talk about my bro’s & sis’s that I hang out with out in town. I guess for now

            all we do is just walk around in town or just hang out someplace and we talk for

           hours. We can talk about anything and anybody for a long time. We are like a big
            family, but we are just friends. We are not afraid to go after any body because if

             you mess with one you mess with all of us, just like that, this too all bro’s and

                              sister’s, this was for all of you.     Peace out



                                              Duane Modeste




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                                               Saved by the ʻElleʼ
  Elle puts the last piece of tape on the last present and wearily places it in the magic Toy Sack. The Merry Town
  newspaper lies on the table beside her.

                            ELLE PETITE, HEAD ENGINEER OF MERRY TOWN FIRED
  Rumors surrounding her demotion abound but Ms. Petite declares she’s innocent.
  “I didn’t break my wrapping machine! I didn’t touch one screw!”
  Jack Hammer, Head Elf of Merry town, disagrees.
   “She was the only one there. Ms. Petite has seriously jeopardized Christmas!” A panel of Elder Elves will
  determine her guilt in the New Year.

       Elle rips up the article, wipes away her tears, grabs her suitcase and heads for the door. Suddenly, Jack
  Hammers grave voice booms over the loud speakers: “Santa has been kidnapped. Christmas is cancelled!”

           It’s clear to Elle what she must do. She was not going to let down three billion children! Christmas was
  going to have to happen without Santa this year. She runs to the Toy Factory but a guard stops her. “You may not
  enter
  Ms. Petite.”, the guard says. What was she to do? She went to her friend Jennifer’s house. She couldn’t believe
  it! Even her best friend wouldn’t help her. Fine, thought Elle. I’ll do it myself. Elle looks at her watch. Only a
  half an hour an hour until take-off. Calm down, said Elle’s inner voice. Her next destination was the take-off zone.
  She needed to speak with the rain deer.

           “Oh please! You must believe me. Santa has been kidnapped. We need to save Christmas.” “How are we
  supposed to believe that Santa has been kidnapped on Christmas Eve?” Replied the reindeer. “It’s called faith. I
  need you to believe me this once.” Elle begged. “I don’t think that we should trust this mink.” Answered Dasher.
  “I’ll give you a carrot”, Elle said hopefully. “Okee dokee!”

           “There’s one problem. The Magic Toy Sack is twenty times my size and I can’t get into the factory”,
  groaned Elle. “With my magic nose red, bring the sack to Santa’s sled.” Suddenly Rudolf’s nose exploded with
  light. The doors of the factory open and the sack flies toward the sleigh followed by a screaming Jack Hammer.
  Elle climbs the mountain of wood into the driver’s seat and yells, “Comet, Dancer, Prancer, Blitzen… Oh just go!”
  The sled shoots forward and we hear: “Head straight to the moon. Good riddance Jack, you big baboon

            So Christmas went off without a hitch. The toys were delivered safely. No one suspected that a twelve-
  inch elf was at the wheel. Three days later Elle received a postcard from Hawaii.

  Dear Elle,

         I’m afraid Mrs. Clause was in serious need of some quality time with me this Christmas. Ho, Ho, Ho!
  She sends her apologies. Thanks for taking care of things back there. I herby promote you to the position of Head
  Elf.

  P.S. Send Jack to the Land of Misfit Toys. Tell him he needs to chill!

                                                     Allie George
                                                       Grade: 6
                                           Pender Island Elementary School


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                             Artwork from the Gulf Islands




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                                    Friends and I

                               Friends are part of my game
                              But still they’re not that lame
                            Friends are things you can share
                          Without a Friend, you could not care
                              At first I thought life was fun
                            But still my work is never done
                                   I’ll be sure to change
                                   But it’s not my range
                                      Friends are strong
                              But some don’t last that long
                                       Some last a day
                                    And some still play
                               I fell like I’ve broken a cage
                                 But I’ve calmed my rage
                                   Will my future hold?
                                      I can only be told
                                           So I’ll wait
                                        It’s in your rate
                              You’ll watch your days go by
                                   But be sure you’ll cry
                              If you take a look at the bend
                           I’ll be positive and be your friend
                                       Just look around
                                    I’m here, not found!

                                   Trina Chartrand
                                       Grade 7
                                 Bayview Elementary




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                                           Using My Imagination

      One day I went to a garage sale. I bought a Bionicle and there was a Genie. I wished for a
      dirt bike, a sword, ninja stars. A real ninja suit; a real horse, to be rich and a car. Also a metal
      beyblade, superdisc, skateboard, water scooter, transformer and a He-Man toy.

      I played with the beyblade. I battled Chance and I won! I rode my horse. His name is Speedy.
      He could run fast. I used my ninja suit to fight evil.

      I rode my dirt bike to India and to China and to the other country and to France and came back to
      Nanaimo. I went to the BMX track and bought an electric guitar.
                                                Ashton Corfield
                                                   Grade 3
                                           Nuu-chah-nulth / Ucluelet
                                                Bayview School



                                                  Bittersweet
                                          Bloody sunsets, cloudy skies
                                             On a rose, a petal dies
                                          Distant sea, mountains high
                                            Even doves seem to cry
                                            False note, memories fly
                                           No one bother to ask why

                                           Yellow grass, heavy toll
                                            Someone tied to a pole
                                              Pure light, lost soul
                                        White as cloud and black as coal
                                         Chases you down, into a hole
                                             Putting lies on parole

                                        Vigorous forests, undying thirst
                                           Opaque colours in a burst
                                       Soothing waves anguish emersed
                                        Radiance in a bittersweet curse
                                         Pure faiths, truths comes first
                                      Smile as it goes from better to worse

                                                  Délani Valin
                                                   Age: 13
                                                     NDSS


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                                                Choices

            We all have choices. In the day to day decisions we must make and in the way
            we run our life. The decisions we face may be simple or difficult but we have the
            power to choose. Choices may be made on the fly or thought about for a long time.
            No matter the significance of the decision, the choice made will have an effect on
            ones life or the life of someone else.

            People make choices every minute of their life. People choose weather or not
            to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, to eat break fast, or to go to work or
            school. Most make their choice based on reasons or motives. Not wanting to get
            fired might be a reason for getting to work on time. A motive might be involved
            in choosing weather or not to hit someone because they hit you, or trying to make
            yourself look a certain way in order to fit in.
            Every choice you make will not only affect you, but it may also have a spiraling
            affect on the people around you. The choice of how much sleep you get may affect
            your attitude and contribute to a friend having a good or bad day. The choice to
            drink and drive may end yours or someone else’s days all together.

            Attitude also has an affect on those around you. Weather having a good or bad day
            your choice in attitude may cause others to have a good or bad day.
            So even though people make choices everyday, no matter the size of the decision,
            remember it may affect others in either a positive or negative way. So don’t just
            think about your choices and the effect they have on you, but also the affect they
            have on the people around you.




                                               Brad Beaton
                                            Dover Bay Secondary




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                                                            Moments

                                                        The look of an eye
                                                   Staring at the green dim tree
                                                      Gazing and wondering
                                                  While hiking through the forest
                                                         Not a care in the
                                                               World
                                                     For that moment of gaze

                                                  The nice soft wind on the nice
                                                            Soft face
                                                   The birds chirping, singing
                                                      What a nice morning

                                                While the morning sun is streaming
                                                   Through the green dim trees
                                                      Just like a river stream
                                                Flowing through as fast as it wants
                                                       On the smooth rocks

                                                      With the look of an eye
                                                             A message
                                                      “You can make your life
                                                              The best
                                                  If you give it all your courage”
                                                               Energy
                                                     To take a moment to laugh
                                                     The number one medicine

                                                 Just one walk through the Forest
                                                      Could change your life
                                                           One moment



                                                         Blanche James
                                                             Age 17
                                                   Dover Bay Secondary School




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                                          Thoughts

                                 Me and you against the world
                                     When you are afraid
                                 Of life and your feel that the
                                     World has turned on
                                             You,
                                 All you can do is stay strong

                                  Look at life as an adventure
                                      Make it full of fun
                                    Love and laughter and
                                     Give it all you got!

                             Even though the world is going down,
                                   Murder and other crimes
                             Do your best to make the world go up
                                             Again
                                   We only have one world

                              Lets stop racism and discrimination
                                        And lets all just
                              Be one colour and not all different

                             When you are walking down the street
                                        Or on the bus
                                Or in your car, say to yourself
                               I make a difference to the world

                                       Blanche James
                                         Grade 12
                                 Dover Bay Secondary School




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                                         Volleyball Tournament

                    Last week I had an intense volleyball tournament. It was madly exciting, with
           most of the students in our school cheering on our volleyball team. At first we felt
           uncomfortably pressured, but soon loosened up. Our team had an awesome beginning,
           although halfway through the tournament we started losing our energy. This sadly
           made us lose confidence, so some of our teammates had stopped trying. Grumpily we
           helped each other out through the game. The best part of the tournament for me, was a
           long, high serve, which was heading across from my playing position and to one of my
           teammates. She made a lovely fore-arm pass to the player in front of her, but sadly the
           player didn’t make a move. As I anxiously waited for someone to call for the ball no
           one had made a move. We had come to far to lose the game. Quickly I ran across my
           teammates and smoothly set the ball over the net. The other team had silently stood in
           the same spot proudly, after watching their serve go over the net, which soon caused
           us to happily win the game. The next two games were dangerously played, especially
           the last one. Before our last game we were told that if we won this last game we
           would place first in the tournament. This put more pressure on our team than all of the
           other games of the volleyball season. Even though I didn’t get to play the last game I
           constantly cheered on my teammates. As soon as everyone in the tournament was done
           playing, my throat was extremely sore, but it was all worth it in the end, because we
           had won the tournament for the very first time in our school.

                                               Lydia Brown
                                                 Grade 7
                                         North Cedar Intermediate




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                                              The Way Life Is

                                              As life’s plan unfolds
                                     We come to realize what is important
                                Is our relationships with our family, our friends
                                 And the divine. My wish is that you use these
                                      Gifts for every occasion to enhance
                                         Relationships, to say I love you
                                      Or just as an acknowledgement that
                                     The bonds we form are as everlasting
                                               As the spirit soars.

                                                    ENJOY

                                               Evelyn Brown
                                                     Gd 8
                                          Ucluelet Secondary School




                                                   Monica

                        Hi. My name is Monica and I am in grade 4 and my teacher’s
                        name is Mr. Petch and I work with Julia. Julia is very nice to
                        everybody and I like drawing pictures. If you want to see my
                        pictures you have to go to Julia’s office. She has a whole bunch
                        of them. My favourite drawing is is Eagle heads. I like going to
                        Maquinna school.



                                               Monica Mickey
                                               Maquinna School




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                                           Haiku Poems
                                       Alberni Elemetary School


                                           Special Friend
                                          As I was walking
                                      The rain was falling on me
                                       And my special friend.

                                            Julia Grayden

                                              Flowers
                                          Flowers in the sun
                                     Spreading and growing taller
                                          They are beautiful

                                             Maggie Fred

                                                 Skiing
                                             I enjoy skiing
                                     Because you can go down hills
                                         You can go down fast

                                            Michael August




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                                                  Raven

    It was a beautiful day, a beautiful woman with nice black hair was looking for clams for a big feast.
    Raven was staring at her and then he flew down. He came closer to the beautiful woman, she said,
    “What do you want? And Raven said, “Who me?” The girl said, “Yes, you”. So Raven said,” I just
    want one clam.” The beautiful woman with nice black hair didnʼt really like how Raven always stole,
    he does lots of stuff. The girl turned into an octopus, she grabbed Raven and then she put him under
    the water. Raven said before he went under the water, “I will not bug you anymore.” She let go of
    Raven, she threw Raven on the beach, then the octopus turned back to a beautiful woman. When it was
    time for the big feast Raven came to the feast and brought lots of food home.

                                                Sierra Thomas
                                                     Gd 3
                                           Gill Elementary School




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                   Black Widow




                                            Pen and Ink collage
                    First place at the Sunday Painter’s Exhibition in Qualicum Beach



                                           Charlie Frow
                                          The VAST Centre



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                                             The Grizzly Bears

          Once upon a time in the middle of the summer, there was a little thirteen year old boy skipping
  along through the forest. He saw a big, big grizzly bear. He started running faster and faster. He tripped on
  a lumpy stump and SMACKED his head on a sharp rock. He woke up inside a cave with a lot of Grizzly
  People. In the middle of the cave, there was a huge fire. The boy saw an old, old Grizzly Chief.
          “Sit!” the Grizzly Chief said to the boy.
          The boy quickly sat down. The chief started to talk to the boy for hours about weird stuff. He said,
  “I can’t wait until lunch.”
          “What’s for lunch?” asked the boy.
          “YOU!” said the old chief and the Grizzly People changed back into grizzly bears. The boy started
  to run but there was no way out of the cave because all the bears had surrounded the boy. One of them
  WHACKED the boy hard on the head. All of them jumped on him and scratched him all over. The boy
  screamed.
          All of a sudden he woke up where he had tripped. It was snowing and about one foot of snow had
  covered him. When he got up he saw bear tracks on the snow. He was shivering and bleeding away at the
  same time.
          The boy said to himself, “It looks like I have been bleeding for a ling time. I feel dizzy.”
          He started walking and after a few minutes his legs started to get numb. After minutes and minutes
  he fainted although he was only a hundred feet from his village. About ten minutes later, a native saw him.
  He dropped the deer meat he was carrying and picked the boy up and started walking. He went inside a
  really warm tent. The mom of the boy hugged him.
          “WHERE WERE YOU? I haven’t seen you for months, said his mom. She was crying when she
  was hugging him.
          “Mom, I can’t feel my legs,” said the boy. She started to rub his legs.
          The next day, the boy woke up and there was no one inside the tent. He looked outside.
          “Where did everybody go?” said the boy. Some tents were all scratched up like they had been
  attacked. The boy walked out. SMASH!!! The tent the boy was in was in pieces. It was the same grizzly
  chief but he was in grizzly form.
          “I still want my food!!” said the Grizzly Chief. The boy started to run again then stopped.
          “Where’s my family?” said the boy.
          “They ran away not even thinking about you!!!!!” said the grizzly bear.
          The boy was looking for a spear. He found one and ran as fast as his legs could take him. He was
  on the edge of a rock cliff.
          “Where are you going now, boy?” asked the Grizzly Chief.
          There was an old tree on the edge of the cliff so he climbed it. The bear started to climb it too;
  however the tree couldn’t hold the both of them. The tree fell into the water with the boy and the grizzly
  bear hanging onto it. They swam to the shore and started running again. The boy tripped and the bear
  jumped on him. The bear forgot about the spear and it went right through his heart. The bear suddenly died
  and fell on the boy. He climbed over the grizzly and went back home
          The boy found his family and the other natives stuck inside a hole with a big rock on top. They dug
  a hole out after a couple of hours later and they lived happily ever after.

                                               Darrel Nicolaye
                                         École Phoenix Middle School

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          Drawings by
         Melissa Nicolaye
             Grade 9




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                                     Melissa Nicolaye
                                         Grade 9




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                                                Cougar Clan

          One day the son of a chief named Amaru went out hunting to catch a deer for some supper. Amaru
  was walking around for a long time when suddenly a deer appeared out of nowhere. As Amaru got his
  bow and arrow ready, the deer tried to run away. Amaru did not lose the deer, until the night grew old and
  it was dark everywhere. As he tried to keep up with the deer he went deeper and deeper into the strange
  woods. Amaru finally caught up with the deer and with one single arrow he took the deer down.
          As he walked over to the deer carcass he saw a very dim light deep in the woods. Amaru was
  curious so he decided to check it out. He passed a strange looking tree that was odd because the moss
  was in a strange pattern that looked like a face. Once he passed it, he noticed the woods he was in, looked
  different now. Amaru was scared but when he saw the light that he had seen before was brighter, curiosity
  took its toll.
          He got right up to the light and saw that it was a huge bonfire. Amaru wondered who could have
  started this. He thought that it might be savages so he hid behind a wide tree. There were about five of
  them. They were big and muscular. He noticed they were eating raw flesh. He could hear them tearing
  through the meat and every bite they took he could hear their big, monstrous teeth sink into the meat.
  Amaru was frightened because he thought he would be next. Amaru tried to flee, and then by the snap of
  a finger the beast was right there in front of him.
          Amaru was very frightened now. Just as he thought the beast was going to mangle him, it spoke.
          The beast said, “You have found our sacred village. The chief said soon we will be expecting a
  guest. One that will help us solve our problem.” Amaru was surprised; he didn’t know what to think. “I
  will take you to our chief,” said the beast.
          When Amaru met the chief, he noticed he was slower than the rest of them. The chief spoke.
          “We have a problem,” he said in a quiet tone. “I have lost many of my children to the ruthless
  savages. Now that I have told you our problem, will you help us, Amaru?”
          Amaru said, “Yes, but how did you know my name?”
          The chief said, “I know many things.”
          One of the beasts took Amaru to the edge of the forest and he showed Amaru the savage’s village.
  “There it is,” said the beast. This beast had a very deep voice. “The savages are our greatest fear because
  for many years our kind has been slaughtered by them. The chief is very grateful that you came.”
          Amaru said, “What do I have to do?”
          “You have to help us capture all of the food in the forest.”
          The next morning it was an early start. The chief said to Amaru, “We have to wait until nightfall.”
          One of the beasts said, “We should go and catch some food while we wait.” The beast wanted
  to take Amaru to test his skills. They didn’t have to wait too long until they saw their first deer. Amaru
  pulled out his bow and arrow and hit the deer with one clean hit.
          The beast picked up the deer and they started heading back to the camp. When they got back the
  chief called Amaru and presented him with a cougar claw. “It will bring you good luck. I think you will
  need it for the trip.”
          They headed out and Amaru noticed the chief had a wooden box with a lot of animals carved into
  it. When they were in the woods they came to a creek. The chief told Amaru, “Step into the creek and
  place the box halfway in.” All of a sudden all of the fish in the creek started to go inside the box. Amaru
  had caught all of the fish and closed the lid. He stepped out of the water and they all set off to find more
  animals. They found a place that had a lot of deer. Once again Amaru opened the box and all of the deer
  disappeared into the box. As they went on, they caught all of the animals in the woods. When they got
  back to camp the chief hid the box in a secret place.
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                                          Cougar Clan (cont’d)

           It had been about a week now and the savages started leaving this part of the woods because there
  was no food. The chief was happy. The chief walked over to the secret place where he had hidden the box.
  He gave the box to Amaru and told him to open the lid. He lifted the lid and there was a blinding light and
  in one second the animals scattered out all over the woods.
           Suddenly the chief started to take off his disguise. Shocked, Amaru saw that the chief was actually
  a cougar, as well as the other beasts, too.
           The chief said to Amaru, “Whenever you want to go home hold tight to that claw and think of the
  last thing you were doing.”
          Amaru did what he was told and ended up in the woods hunting for deer. He thought it was all a
  dream until he felt around his neck and felt the cougar claw necklace. When he got back to the village
  everyone was so happy, they celebrated his return and Amaru told all about his heroic adventure.

                                              Derek Waterhouse
                                         École Phoenix Middle School


                                                 Wolf Kid

           In an inland tribe there was a boy named Wolf Kid who had a good sense of smell and sight.
  But he had bad hunting skills. So one day his Elders sent him out to work on his hunting skills.
           When he was far out in the forest a big branch fell and hit Wolf Kid on the head and
  knocked him out.
           As wolf Kid woke up he found himself in a Big House in the Supernatural World. The Wolf
  People looked as if they were from the legends his Elders had told him.
           After he felt better, he went outside and saw all wolf people bowing, even the chief was
  bowing. When the Wolf Chief got up he said, “We’re glad you came to our village and make
  yourself at home.”
           Wolf Kid was given a button blanket with a wolf crest on it. He was also given four spears, a
  bow, four arrows and a medicine bag.
           That night there was a potlatch to celebrate the new coming of Wolf Kid.
           The next day he was sent out with one of the Wolf People to work on his hunting skills.
  Wolf Kid was slowly getting better. But it was only three hours later when Wolf Kid saw a wolf and
  realized it was suffering. He didn’t kill in but he took the wolf to the Wolf Chief.
           When they got to the Wolf Chief, he said he could heal the wolf. So Wolf Kid set out to get
  some salmon oil and birch bark.
           When he returned the Wolf Chief said, “If you heal my son I will give you better hunting
  skills than what you had developed when you were out today.” So Wolf Kid healed the wolf and
  was sent home.
           When he got home he saw a wolf and the wolf happily said, “You now have better hunting
  skills.”

                                               Daniel Miller
                                      École Phoenix Middle School

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                  With All My Relations

       As my elders and I approach the sweatlodge,
     I walk to the door with prayers filling my head.
    As I kneel down saying “with all my relations,”
 I ask mother earth to allow the ceremony to continue.

      Open-hearted with my spirit animal inside,
         I crawl clockwise as I take my seat.
            As the firekeeper brings in my
        Grandmother and Grandfather stones.

      We sprinkle a mixture of sage, sweetgrass,
           and tobacco on our ancestors.
           Thanking them for joining us,
       we get the firekeeper to close the door.

     Praying out loud, or in my mind and heart,
    we thank everything for their special purposes.
          Cleansing my spirit, I am able to
        conquer anything and succeed in life.
                                                                       Grad 2004
                   Rebecca Jones
               Kwakwaka’wakw Comox                 From grade one to grade twelve we have had a great time
               (now living in Alert Bay)           From grade one to grade twelve we have little crime
                                                   But once we hit our years, we shed few tears
                                                   We will finish together as one, with no fears
                                                   It is Grad 2004 remembering our school
                                                   Carihi always shinning when Traz keeps cool

                                                   It is our last days here, and wish it was our first
                                                   Now our turn has come, itʼs sweet like starbirst
                                                   The Tyees is our name
                                                   We pack every sports fame
                                                   Lost Sack the Pac few and still showed no shame

                                                   I have been a proud tyee since my very first day
                                                   Our names will stand forever, the Carihi Traditional way
                                                   We are now here today for one thing, and nothing more
                                                   To remember each other greatly, itʼs Grad 2004

                                                                                    Ernie Puglas
                                                                                 Grad Class of 2004
                                                                                  Carihi Secondary
                                                                             (First Nations Leadership)

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                                         An excerpt from “Village of Wolves”

           In this story Ohana, the daughter of a chief, has been living in the Village of the Wolves. She is there
  to learn the stories of her people and the Wolf People. In this passage she has been taken to the Wolf Mother to
  learn the wolf mother’s story.

           Wolf Mother said, “That is my home… The reason I brought you here to this room was because I want
  to tell you my story. About how I got this land.”
           “When I was little I had one brother and two sisters. My brother was older than I, but my sister and I
  were all the same age. I had both my mother and father that looked after us. My mother’s name was Nehama.
  She was such a loving mother. My father was brave and he protected; his name was Ohda. I don’t remember my
  sister’s or my brother’s name. We had a happy family, until one day… We usually had problems with bears, but
  they all gathered and there were a lot of them. They came for a reason, but I don’t know why though. I heard one
  of them say, ‘We’re not going to rest until all of them are dead.’ My mother was trying to get us out of the cave
  and my father was fighting the bears. My brother was also fighting the bears. We finally got out but my brother
  and father couldn’t take it anymore. The bears were headed right for us. Then my mother stopped and tried to
  cut them off. My mother held them off.
           We made it to the ocean but didn’t know what to do. The bears were headed for me and my sisters. We
  had no choice but to go into the ocean. About one to two days I was in the ocean. I didn’t know if my sisters
  were alright. That day I had realized I had lost both my parents and my older brother. I hoped my sisters were
  alright. After I was in the ocean for a while, I lost consciousness. But before I did, I saw a little boy. He said,
  ‘Oh…poor puppy…don’t worry I’ll take you to my village. You’ll be alright.’
           After that I was raised secretly. I grew fond of the little boy. He gave me a name, it was Keana.”
           “Your name was Keana? That’s a pretty name…” said Ohana.
           “Yes, my name is Keana…I was happy with him. He treated me well. We had fun together, wherever he
  went, I went. I had heard the little boy was very sick so I went into the village and by that time I was big, about
  the size of Unami…the villagers got frightened of me and told me to leave; they even threatened to kill me. But
  I just wanted to see him; I didn’t care if they were going to do it. They were about to use their spears. He came
  out and said stop! They told him that wolves were very dangerous. But he said that I was his friend. His father
  came out and told him to get back inside immediately before he got worse. The boy went inside. His father
  didn’t like wolves at all, so he ordered them to kill me. I had escaped. Later I came back to see him. He told me
  that his mother was killed by a wolf. That’s why his father hated wolves. Everyday the villagers tried to kill me.
  But one final day they gave it everything they had. The boy warned me before they came.
           He said, ‘They’re planning one final attack.’
           He wanted me to bring him to the mountain’s base. So I did. He was still kind of sick then.
           When we got there he said, ‘I want you to go to the top of this mountain and stay there forever. I want
  to tell you that I will always be your friend forever; I don’t want them to kill you. So I also want to tell you that
  you will always, always be my puppy, that I found on the beach, O.K. Keana, go before they come…’
           That day I left to go to the top and this has been my home for over twenty years now….so that is my
  story.”
           Wolf Mother walked to the entrance while Ohana sat there thinking of the story and looking at the view.
  She left the room after awhile.

                                                 Melissa Nicolaye
                                           École Phoenix Middle School




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                 Eagle and Salmon


          I chose to do this picture because it is one of my family’s crests. My grandpa, Chief George
          Hunt, has this on his memorial pole outside his home.


                                       George Hunt
                                       Grade Seven
                                       Fort Rupert Elementary School




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             Chris Walkus
               Grade 9
         Port Hardy Secondary




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  This is my mom:

  S     weet
  A      ngel
  N     ice
  D     ear
  R     ight all the time!
  A     wesome


  H     onest


  U     nbeatable at cooking


   N ever late for things
  T     erriflc!! !



               Melissa Johnson
                 Grade Six
        Fort Rupert Elementary School




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                                               Morning Walk

    I’m walking down the beach early in the morning, with the fresh smell of salt water in the air. The
    sun glitters across the water, as the sun peeks over the horizon. I hear the mussels closing their shells
    and I hear the sand grinding under my bare feet. I can now start to see the bright colors of the orange
    star fish.


                                           Morning Walk Poem

                                       Fresh smell of salt water in the air
                                        The sun glitters across the water
                                          And peeks over the horizon
                                     Hear the mussels closing their shells
                                       And the sand grind under my feet
                                  See the bright colors of the orange Star fish,
                                            I take my morning walk

                                               Garnet Johnson
                                         Port Hardy Secondary School




                                                    My Culture

                                           My culture is important to me
                                              to me culture is family
                                               and family is caring.
                                       To me culture is respect culture is love,
                                                culture is my chiefs,
                                            culture is my grandparents.
                                      To me culture is wisdom and knowledge.
                                           To me, culture is everything.

                                                    Nolan Puglas
                                                    Grade seven
                                                   ‘Da’naxda’xw
                                                Alert Bay Elementary




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                   My Culture

           As you see your family paddle,
              There to different places,
         Using that canoe you helped make,
            Gathering food you must stay,
        To help the women of your tribe today,
         To stitch the clothing that was once
                           ruined,
                   Staying may help,
                But sometimes doesn’t,
                  I’ll learn, I’ll dance,
                      I’ll teach too,
                         I’ll sing,
                   I’ll beat the drum,
                              ..
            I’ll do what ever moves you,
                 I’ll feed the children,
            Tell me what else I could do.

                Tatum Janelle Souch
                  Namgis, Grade 6
                Alert Bay Elementary

                                                 The Importance Of Culture

                                                  My culture is important to me
                                                      We respect each other
                                                           In every way
                                                 We dance and sing in a big house
                                                    Relatives are surrounding
                                                   Kwak’wala is our language
                                                   We try to learn and speak it
                                                     It’s kind of fading away
                                                   We want to keep it forever
                                                  Even if it’s just in our hearts

                                                       Jacqueline Matilpi
                                                       Namgis, Grade Six
                                                      Alert Bay Elementary




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                                     The Everlasting Nights

                                     We sat by the fire telling stories
                                About long ago when Indians ruled the land
                                  Or about hunting for buffalo and deer
                                        No one would make a peep
                                       For it would be disrespectful

                                    Only laughing at the funny stories
                                       Of swimming and dancing
                                        When the stories run out
                                        The night is not finished
                                          We’d pullout a violin
                                          And jig to the melody

                                     The sweet tune of the instrument
                                         Brings joys to the elders
                                       “Cookoonons” we call them
                                         Finally the night is over
                                           But more are to come
                                        For we can tell the stories
                                       Of those Everlasting Nights.

                                            Wren R.R. Ranville
                                                Cree/Metis
                                    Alert Bay Elementary, Grade seven




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                VINNIE

          V ery kind and helpful
          I like to to work on reading and math,
          N aomi helps me learn math,
          N ow I am at Eagle View
          I like to play basketball when lunch in over with Mrs. Grififiths
          E dna is my mom and I like to feed her cat.



                  Vinnie Robertson
                       Grade 6
                Eagle View Elementary




                                                 Autobiography



                My Name is Anthony Aleck. I’m eleven years old. I was born in Duncan hospital on
        April 23 1992. I have 3 sisters and 2 brothers plus me equals 6 of us. I live with my Grandma.
        I have a favorite cousin named Matthew J.Casey. My friends are Laura, George, Zach, Patrick,
        Megen, Paige, Mike and Jamie.

                  My favorite sports are hockey, soccer and football. I like drawing, painting and sketching.
        I like running long distances like 100, 300, 400 and 800 meters. I think of myself as an athlete.
        My hobbies include running, collecting and drawing. My ambition is to be an inventer and an
        artist. I hope it will happen if I stay in school.


                                               Anthony Angel Aleck




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                                      Russell Walkus
                                        Grade Seven
                                  Gwa’Sala-‘Nakwaxda’xw
                                   Eagle View Elementary




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