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No sewing machines, or accessories,
still made from hand, bent down
on their knees.

Furs and pelts, lay across the ground.
With pieces of rock holding them down.

Waiting for the sun to cure, and rid
them of anything impure.

Women in dresses, sitting on the ground,
with baskets of necessities all around.

Some make moccasins, to be sold.Others
weave blankets, to protect them from the
cold.

Fur gloves,and coats to wear when winter
arrives.From setting traps, and cleaning
furs, with hunting knives.

Buckskin jackets and pants, from successful
hunts, brought on by tribal dance.

Jewelry, still made by hand,with turquoise
beads, sewn on leather bands.

Head dresses made with such skill, from
eagle feathers, thread and twill.

Colors and patterns in different size, so the
tribes, could be recognized.

Still living like this, they make their own,
and most all the food is still hand grown.

Hard working people, who will always believe,
from Mother Earth they will receive.

Beautiful things, made by hand, from people
who live upon this land.

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