native american poetry

The Gift – A Cherokee Poem

AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard Rain on the mountains, Mist on the streams, Of these things The red man dreams OF DEER AND BEAR AND RABBIT AND SQUIRREL, THESE ARE THE WONDERS OF THE INDIAN WORLD. TO HUNT TO FISH TO BREATHE CLEAN AIR, TO GIVE TWICE WHAT YOU TAKE AND ALWAYS SHARE. TO FOREVER RESPECT EACH LIVING THING, TO GIVE THANKS FOR WHAT THE GREAT SPIRIT BRINGS.

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Visions from the past are calling me, Visions from the past are calling me, Back to my roots in the great smokeys. Home to a place my grandmother roamed, The green valley she called home. To walk with black bear and fly with sister wren, Oh how I yearn to be back there again.

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