Blessed to be Cherokee
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard 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.
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard 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.
AUTHOR: MARTHA MOONGAZER BEARD Principle people Was not a church…Was not a golden church with a high steeple, The Great Father gave his principle people, He gave us a valley with a mountain crown, Cool clear water with game all…
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.
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard This path was covered with tears from the start, Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart.
One's thoughts - actions - goals
nothingness filled up with sense
constructed stand points.
Clever words - wisdom of self
static dissolving in space.
There was this woman who had no idea...
no idea.....except what to feverishly create
with her thoughts and put them on a canvas
she had this inner knowledge and did not know why....or how.