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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…

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.Continue to The Gift →

visions from the past are calling me,Continue to echos →

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.Continue to My Indian Pride →

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Principle people Was not a church…Continue to Principle People →

The eagle still flies above me, The rivers continue to flow, My native heart is still beating, My red skin still here to show.Continue to Red Woman →

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.
Continue to shadow of the eagle →

This path was covered with tears from the start, Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart.Continue to The Cherokee Trail →