CHEROKEE CHILD
Just like the wind howls,
The Cherokee baby cries out loud!
The wind comes and changes things,
Just like the wind,
The child changes things.
But then, the wind is gone.
Now everything is still.
So is the Indian child, still.
After the soldiers are gone.
What a shame.
The child will not hunt or be a chief
If only the wind would not stop,
And the soldiers would stop.
There could have been that GREAT ONE.
A hunter, A chief
But like the wind, the child cried.
But then was still.
CHEROKEE CHILD
From long ago.
Vision given by The Creator to “Woof".
November 6,2006
A GOLD NUGGET AND THE RED MAN
O GREAT SPIRIT
Why did you make the gold nugget?
They came for freedom.
They wanted the right to free religion,
To serve you, O GREAT SPIRIT!
But, they took our freedom!!
They wanted more land,
So, they killed our women and children.
Then they found the gold nugget.
They took more land.
They killed our Buffalo,
So, we would die.
Is a nugget so valuable?
To wipe out
A Culture!
A Tribe!
A People!
But they called "US" savages.
WOOF
(Buddy Whiteley)
Mailing Address: 2201 Washington Ave. Conway, AR 72032 Phone: (501) 932-0928 Fax: (501) 932-0929 Email: office@lost-cherokee.com
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Floating Flowers
Bare feet
Carry restless legs
Through darkest back wood night
Where stripped bare trees
Bid stars to shine on high so bright
Sweat laden chest
Causes cross to cling on breast
While white breath
On winter wind
In panic comes to rest
Mother straps sleepless babe
Over mad pounding of heart in chest
Closing her eyes
She floats down stream
Past empty burning nests
In hopes of reaching
Freedom’s dream
On the shores
Of the sun drenched west
Written for women who survived forced
migration
In honor of Amanda Spray and Barby
Spray Howeth
All Rights Reserved 2001
S. Hutchinson