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Topic: Native American Dance
Trail of Tears Pow Wow drums connect heart and feet to Mother Earth
By Debbie Boen | September 10, 2008 | 
On September 6th and 7th the annual Trail of Tears Pow Wow took place in Hopkinsville, Kentucky. This Pow Wow is on the same weekend as the Clarksville Riverfest (that’s how I remember when it is). I went there on Sunday afternoon (9.7.08) and saw several types of competition dancing for different ages and styles. The hot day got hotter watching the young men give it their all in their competition run off.
For the run-off they did the chicken dance. One might think that would look funny, like the white man’s version, but it was wildly fantastic leaving the audience roaring with applause. One could see from the dancers’ movements that a chicken, like other animals who live on this planet with us, has it’s own “dance” that we can either laugh at and feel superior to, or study and learn from with respect to that animal. It’s a choice that my culture usually doesn’t consider.
While the drummers, singers and dancers took a break, I bought an Indian fry bread, taco style, and while eating listened to the storyteller speak and play his flute. Then I roamed around the booths surrounding the dance arena. I moved through the crowds of people, checking out dream catchers, jewelry, leather goods, pottery, finger puppets, flutes, CD’s, tee shirts, sage, books, toys and tea. «Read the rest of this article»
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