What would you do…KEYWORDS: native american poem cherokee poetry indian poem What would you do if I took from you Your home, your family and your identity, too? If I changed your religion and the language you spoke, Left you hungry, suffering and broke.
The Gift… KEYWORDS: native american poem cherokee poetry native american poetry indian poem Rain on the mountains, Mist on the streams, Of these things The red man dreams.
visions from the past are calling me,
My Indian Pride… KEYWORDS: native american poetry cherokee poem indian poetry native american poem Martha Moongazer Beard poem My body lives in the white man’s land, Yet strong and proud my red skin still stands.
Life… KEYWORDS: native american poetry native american poem Martha Moongazer Beard poetry native american life poems Come Little Cricket, sing with me. We will gather berries down by the stream, Take them to the fire and make Berry Bread. Tonight for the feast we shall all be fed.
Passing the memories down… KEYWORDS: native american poem, native american nature poem native american poetry native poetry Martha Moongazer Beard Faintly in the morning hush, I smell the scent of sweet sage brush, Envoking memories of my mountain home As on this flat land I now roam.
Just as the Great Spirit planned.. KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry indian poem great spirit poem indian poetry Martha Moongazer Beard poetry Thunder rolls over the mountain, Grey clouds dropping low. Rain falls and kisses three sisters Who awaken and begin to grow.
The Cherokee Path… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry cherokee poem cherokee poetry Indian poem Indian poetry trail of tears poem trail of tears poetry martha moongazer beard poem contemporary poetry Alone with the moon, my spirit cries For the lives of my people crushed by whate men’s lies. Taken by force from our […]
Blessed to be Cherokee… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry Cherokee poem Cherokee poetry Martha Moongazer Beard poem nature poem nature poetry Big sky above me where Eagle roams Mother Earth below me where I call home. Friends of the forest give life to me, Bounty in my valley is here to see.
Principle people Was not a church…
The eagle still flies above me, The rivers continue to flow, My native heart is still beating, My red skin still here to show.
I hear the cries at moonlight, my people of long ago,
Torn away from their birthplace, marched into the unknown.Tired and hungry and dying, not knowing if they will survive,
My proud honorable family, my Cherokee tribe.
This path was covered with tears from the start, Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart.