Almost Buried Us Way too Deep in Marin County

 

Beneath the shadow of the redwoods,

Where tides of history whisper,

The winds once carried whispers of the Coast Miwok

Tales etched deep in the earth and sky.

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You almost buried us, the rise and fall,

Of ocean waves and the land’s stubborn call,

Where Marin’s cliffs touch the Pacific’s embrace,

And each rock and stone bears a face—

 

The ancient Coast Miwok, the pulse of the land,

Now echoes through these untouched sands.

The salt in the air, the mist on the shore,

A quiet reminder of those who were here before,

Almost buried by time, yet their stories still rise,In the sound of the waves, the soft, knowing sighs.

 

Through the veil of modernity, they breathe,

The spirits of the coast, the trees,

As we walk their soil, they guide our steps,

A silent journey through their sacred depths.

 

Almost buried, but never gone,

Their voices linger, a distant song,In Marin’s winds,

beneath the redwoods tall,The Coast Miwok’s legacy lives with us all.

 

Now, the voices are heard again in this place,

A returning of the culture, a sacred grace,

From forgotten lands to the voices once still,

The Coast Miwok rise with the strength of the hills.

 

Revived in whispers, in ceremony, in dance,

A promise of heritage, a second chance,

To honor the past, to reclaim what was lost,

To stand on this land, no matter the cost.

Almost buried, now reborn,In the arms of the dawn,

The Coast Miwok’s spirit, unbroken, unfurled—the Coast Miwok are back, a gift to the world.2/2 annonomous