He fought like a warrior for the good of our Nation
wielding paper and pen and vociferous oration
He’d let fly the arrows of well-organized thought
Feathered with wording so precisely wrought
The Brotherton Messenger, grants, and petitions
Documentaries, errands, and Council positions
Brothertown Forward and Calumet and Cross
Now struggle to recover from this gigantic loss
In Wisconsin or California; wherever he’d roam
His heart was with Brothertown; his ancestral home
He now sings in Heaven’s own “hollowed out square”
With Occom, Commuck, and the Brotherton there
The Life of the Brothertown Indians 