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.
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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.
Principle People
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 round,
Red Woman
AURHOE: MARTHA MOONGAZER BEARD The eagle still flies above me, The rivers continue to flow, My native heart is still beating, My red skin still here to show.
shadow of the eagle
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.
The Cherokee Trail
AUTHOR: Martha Moongazer Beard This path was covered with tears from the start, Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart.