"I, being part Cherokee, wrote this poem..."
The morning echo's-- familiar sounds
Men and horse--ride on foothill grounds
As women of the tribe make use of straw and vine
children play and pantomime
The Chief said this prayer...
To the wind...the fowl do sing their songs
to us... they feed the winter long
To the Earth and clay...heat and moisture stay...
to us...the corn does grow, night by Moon and Sun by day
To the Sky...tears of joy do come some days
For life does-come from the womb this way...
*Chief Clawfoot 1998*
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It's my belief that the beauty still resides deep inside"
RJF
Charity, being somewhat a warrior I can relate to your wonderfully-crafted poem and I, too, am part Cherokee (my mother's side - my father was 100% Italian).
Such profound words that look into the heart and being of life itself. To feel the emotions of nature itself. True peoples of the earth!
Thank you for sharing this so wonderful poem!