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The Statue of Liberty which represents freedom is being described "as dreams of forests and meadows" where people have arrived through Ellis Island to have a better life. To be able to own what in a thousand years in Europe they wouldn't be able to own.

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The author describes the false hope in Europe, and how his grandparents migrated to Ellis Island for a better life. He later reveals that his European side of his family invaded the home of the Natives, the other half of his family, which makes him only love part of that memory of Ellis Island.

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The shift happens in stanza two. In stanza one his European side is happy to be in America,  but in the third stanza his voice shifts to a more sad tone because he is talking about his Native American blood and how their land is being "invaded" by the immigrants.

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America's beginnings were both good and bad; taking land from Natives in order to give freedom to the rest of the world.

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The attitude is mixed, it's hope and happiness in the first stanza of his poem, but then changes to melancholy/ sadness is the third stanza.

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When Brochac describes the woman as being "tall" and "green" he is alluding to the Statue of Liberty.

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"Lands invaded when the Earth became owned"

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This is a video I made for class, it is a Poem by Joseph Bruchac called Ellis Island

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Beyond the red brick of Ellis Island
where the two Slovak children
who became my grandparents
waited the long days of quarantine,
after leaving the sickness,
the old Empires of Europe,
a Circle Line ship slips easily
on its way to the island
of the tall woman, green
as dreams of forests and meadows
waiting for those who’d worked
a thousand years
yet never owned their own.

Like millions of others,
I too come to this island,
nine decades the answerer
of dreams.

Yet only part of my blood loves that memory.
Another voice speaks
of native lands
within this nation.
Lands invaded
when the earth became owned.
Lands of those who followed
the changing Moon,
knowledge of the seasons
in their veins.