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Cherokee Dreaming (For Marge)
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Cherokee Dreaming (For Marge) |
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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA 
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Dedicated to Marge Tindal My heart is crying silent, bitter tears, For loss of sounds my ear no longer hears. The laughter of sweet children at their play. The murmuring of women, as they flay Soft skin from off the deer the hunters bring, To help the tribe survive until the spring. The sound of them preparing food they grew. The melons, corn and beans to see them through. The sound of ponies cropping summer grass And greetings of the warriors as they pass. The drumming of swift hooves upon the ground. Excitement when the People gather round To hear the storytellers weave their spell, At telling tales they knew so very well. The village settling in when time to sleep. The sound of peaceful silence, dark and deep. I listen for the beat of drums at night And rattles that began religious rite. The crackle of the fire and the sight Of People dancing there within it's light. How sad they've lost this life of yesterday. Torn by the roots and forced to go away. The People, brutalized by men called white, Whose souls were black as any starless night, Were scattered far, but those who did survive, Still keep the dreams of Cherokee alive And ancient spirits to this day embrace, The remnants of this handsome, noble race! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I feel absolutely honored to be the first to post on this heartfelt poem for a wonderful lady. You have certainly done a beautiful poem full of respect for a very proud people, who deserved better! May you be blessed for your heart. ~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~ |
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Anson Beau Cavell Junior Member
since 2001-05-12
Posts 49Ohio,US |
The first one in, the last one out my words but a whisper, your deafness a shout Wakpanica, wasicuna, hemiyeyado, Amen words got us here and here they lie from cherokee to northern skies Iyanke Sioux were last to die killed my Buddha, killed my Christ Killed my karma, paid the price For 27 years I've carried the welt Wie kleine ist deinige Welt? [This message has been edited by Anson Beau Cavell (edited 05-16-2001).] |
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Panne447 Member
since 2001-04-03
Posts 196S.A. TX |
Trillium, Marge will adore this. This is terrific! Thanks for sharing this with the rest of us too. Panne |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Mysteria: Thank you so much for your lovely comments. I did talk to Marge by e-mail before posting this. I wanted to honor her and the Cherokee. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Anson: Thanks for commenting. History certainly has repeated itself with many races of people. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Panne: Thanks! I sent this to Marge for approval, before posting it. You're right.......she did like it, which makes me very happy! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
Wonderfully written. I loved the imagery and the heart behind the peice. "What I was living, the same am I now, dead." --Capaneus, THE INFERNO |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BettyLou~ By reaching into the history of my people, you have found yourself encircled by gentle spirits. This is beautifully written ... and touches this lady with tender recall of times spoken of by my great grandmother. Thank you, spirited sister, for this touch of awareness. I can assure you that it will be only the first offering through your quest. *Hugs* ~*Willow White Feather*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Secret Whisper: I appreciate your comments and glad that you enjoyed the poem. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Marge: Thank you for all your remarks. I'm so glad this brought back memories of your grandmother and the stories she used to tell you. I really feel blessed to have been given the awareness to write this and the encouragement that you gave me. Thanks! Betty Lou Hebert |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
I thought this was just wonderful and written from one special soul to another and I am so glad I had the opportunity to read this.........Sue Suetang |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Absolutely beautiful! It makes me think that Robert Frost might have written a poem on the same subject in much the same style. You really did well here!!! |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Suetang: Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed this. VAS: Wow! Being even remotely compared to Robert Frost is wonderful! Thanks! Betty Lou Hebert |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
In dreams, you listened... and your pen was guided well. *S* This is beautiful! |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
A most giving tribute.... and a telling heart... well done! |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Dear Betty. This is wonderful and I am glad to see such a lovely poem dedicated to Marge. Joyce |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
suthurn and Decaflame: Thank you both for the nice comments. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Joyce: Thank you much! I have been reading recently about the Cherokee and it has touched me deeply. Betty Lou Hebert |
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