Cherokee Spirit

May 17, 2013


 

From a knoll, I look across the valley land

Once inhabited by a proud Indian band.

The braves were strong with hearts so free.

I can still feel the Spirit of the Cherokee.

 

They treated man with respect and cherished the land.

They believed that both came from the Great Spirit’s hand.

Gone is the wigwam and the tom tom is still.

Long put away by the blue coat’s will.


How many tears ran down their squaw’s face

As the proud people were placed in disgrace?

No longer free like the eagle to soar, T

hey became the victims of an unjust war.


Their food source gone, their land wrongly divided and sold,

In their faces you could still see the glory of old.

For everyone it was the land of the free.

Everyone except for the Spirit of the Cherokee.

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