I’m Trying Chief

Are we complainers by nature
Do week seek the negative as part of our code
When we reach a certain age,
Do we just accept life and try to move on

I ask for the flux is upon me
Ready to give in,
Not old enough to give up
Am I turning in to an old person

One with wisdom
For the ambush of youth
Has taken the beauty of this noble profession
Built on the foundations of thought,
Discourse, and
Away from my joy

I want thoughtful discussions
Without coercion
I want respectful interactions
From me and to me
I want the bigger picture
Not test scores, fitness scores, or grades
More like hard work, resilience, and

I’m tired though…

“Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before, I have it in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our Chiefs are killed; Looking Glass is dead, Ta Hool Hool Shute is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold, and we have no blankets; the little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food. No one knows where they are – perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children, and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my Chiefs! I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever.”

Chief Joseph – Thunder Traveling to the Loftier Mountain Heights – 1877

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