Cultural Transformation in the Back Country

WhispersI hear the whispers of my ancestors; what arethey saying? This continuous beat of memoriesnot known, hammering to be let out of my head.The far away rumble of noise, disquieting inits persistent clang, as if a battle is being stagedfor my benefit, a battle of words and ideas.Hear me! Hear me! it says, I have much to say.Listen! Listen! there is much to learn of your past.