Miskwa
Charles J. Cox
language
(, July 15, 2018)
Long ago there was a persimmon tree that was blessed by the Great Spirit. Its bark was hard and strong, it’s trunk thick and sturdy, and its fruit was bountiful and sweet. In those days our people lived in the land near the island where the tree grew, and all knew the persimmons it produced could produce clarity of thought, heal sicknesses, and call forth bush spirits.One day people came from across the sea and made their homes by the shore near this special tree. They had not brought enough food for the winter nor were they prepared to make dwellings. They scattered all over the place they landed in search of wood to burn and build with. When they saw the tree they knew it would be perfect for making sturdy buildings, but it was so large and strong it would take considerable effort to cut down. Men came by the dozens and hacked at its trunk, one after the other, relieving each other whenever the cutter became too tired to continue. Trees know it is their fate to be struck down, but this tree also knew that it was special to the Great Spirit and so it held on with all its might. When it became clear the men would not give up and that death was inevitable the tree strove to delay its death as long as possible. Which each strike of the hatchet it channeled a bit of its wrath into a single fruit at its top. The work continued for three days, and when the final blow was delivered the persimmon was complete and fell from the tree.