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. What would you do? »»
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. The Gift »»
visions from the past are calling me, 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. 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 for the feast we shall all be fed. Life Giver »»
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. Passing the memories down »»
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. Just as the Great Spirit planned »»
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 Cherokee Path »»
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. Blessed to be Cherokee »»
The eagle still flies above me,
The rivers continue to flow,
My native heart is still beating,
My red skin still here to show. Red Woman »»
I hear the cries at moonlight, my people of long ago,
Torn away from their birthplace, marched into the unknown. shadow of the eagle »»
This path was covered with tears from the start,
Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart. The Cherokee Trail »»