Life Giver
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard 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.
native american poem
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AUTHOR: 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.
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The Cherokee Path
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard 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.