When you hear the word subsistence

Do you think of someone poor with an outstretched hand

To us it means abundance

Living with the richness of the land

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The first salmon of the season

We always take and give to someone else

Any game we carry home

We feed others before ourselves

 

No power known can ever force me

From this ancient place that gave me birth

Fro the richness of this river

And the abundance of this earth

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    We’ve been here ten thousand years

    Along this river shore

    If there’s any justice left

    We’ll be here ten thousand more