January 27, 2005

The Cherokee Path


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 mountain home,
Robbed of freedom, hearts heavy like stone. The path was long and littered with death,

Alone with the wind, my spirit does not forget.

The blood of my blood left on that cursed trail,

With the young, the old, the fragile, the frail.

Forced to march into the unknown,

For my proud Cherokee family my spirit now moans.

But we did not die,

Our souls are still here

Walking in spirit on the trail of the tear.


NOV. 2005

Native American Poetry
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