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. I awake peaceful with morning sun,

I sleep under contented moon when my day is done.

Bear offers her coat to keep me warm,

So it has been since I was born.



Grandmother sings to her totem spirits,

What pleasure I feel in her tender lyrics.

The smell of smoke on cooking fire,

Great Spirit gives me what I require.



Here by my mountain with vision dreams,

Beside cool waters of life's giving streams

I hunt, I fish, I pray, I love,

And hear the hauting trill of the mourning dove.



Blessed as Indian from my birth,

Yellow iron cannot buy what this is worth.

A gift from the Great Spirit given to me,

Yes, I am Cherokee.



Martha Moongazer Beard

December 31, 2004