a people displaced by man's pursuit of greed,
Their lands taken for unfounded need.
Once again the Wea were removed to a strange land,
Few stayed behind, the Dagenett band.

For more than a century, abandoned except for a few,
its scattered, natural growth gone askew.
Weathered headstones marked the old and those new in birth,
evidence of the people living close to the earth.

Another people have gathered, a people of vision,
to restore its beauty and modify natures invasion.
I feel the spirits looking upon my face,
approving our efforts to dignify this sacred place.