Taowhywee Guides
Taowhywee Sings
This is our land, where rivers sing,
Where Hope Mountain stands and dragonflies bring
The whispers of ancestors, fierce and wise,
Beneath the watchful Takilma skies.
Taowhywee, our Morning Star, shines bright,
Guiding us forward through the darkest night.
Grandma Aggie’s spirit, a beacon true,
Leads us to protect all we hold anew.
From Sun Star’s glow to Black Butte’s height,
To Cedar Gulch in the soft moonlight,
Her legacy lives in every tree,
In every stream that runs wild and free.
She taught us to honor the salmon’s return,
To guard the waters where their spirits churn.
Through sacred ceremonies and songs of old,
She showed us a future both brave and bold.
Now Trump’s policies darken the day,
Threatening to take what cannot be repaid.
The forests, the valleys, the caves so grand—
This is our home; this is our land.
Taowhywee’s light will not let us sleep,
Until we rise to meet this test we keep.
Together we’ll stand, both strong and proud,
With her voice guiding us like thunder loud.
For Takilma’s heart still beats in the earth,
And this valley holds immeasurable worth.
Let us fight for its rivers, its peaks and skies—
For Taowhywee walks with us; she never dies.
Scout’s spirit lives on, her voice refuses to fade.
As we march, let her love be displayed
From Takilma’s heart to the OR Caves.
So grand
We’ll rise as one to protect this land.
~ Dave Lukei