Namut? My Mom would pipe up and say.

As I wake and get all dressed up for the day.

I’m going out on the land, I let her and Dad know,

As I open the door to some fresh fallen snow.

I bring a lunch along with my harpoon. 

Hoping I’ll run into today’s dinner soon.

The cool crisp air pinches all over my face,

As I walk ahead to some opened up space.

First of the day, I create tracks in the snow,

Let my ancestors guide me on where I should go. 

Then there’s one of Earth’s gifts right ahead of me.

I breathe and focus on what I can see.

Some swift skills allow me to bring a feast home.

With pride that I’ve provided for family on my own.

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