whispers sip round the moon
centuries sing of memories
The land is walking with us
civilizations shall shiver
Sequoya, bright sight, shines light
Cherokee on a war-path of
talking leaves,wind rustled words
drop toward trails of tears
symbols of sounds remembers
Phoenix flew our leaf westward
Author notes
Sequoya,a Cherokee warrior invented the Cherokee written alphabet to record and preserve their culture. There were 86 symbols for sounds "called the talking leaves" they were used in their newspaper the Cherokee Phoenix. The Cherokee Nation sued the United States and won in the Supreme Court, then the "trail of tears" as they illeally were moved from their homes made of bricks and logs. The Cherokee tribes of Georgia were highly educated people with a well structured society and religion. Sorry if this is a small leaf floating to the ground, to others.
Written July 8th, 2006
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Sublime
Historically significant with your innate touch this poem sings a lot about the glory that was to the present.Great words with great images and feelings reach me even as I am able to empathise with the gist of this...God Bless you..Shubs
Can you please change the spelling to "civilisations"
in civilazations shall shiver
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Simply Great Stuff
It is simply a marvellous write and I share your insight. It's nice to read your art again....~Alam
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Great and inspiring images wrapped with a bow on top! A gift of beauty to all who reads. I have a lot of native heritiage in my blood, and I am very proud that I have this culture within. However, I do not live by their customs or take part in pow wows, I feel a deep rooted connection to the Native Culture and value everyitng they did for the country I live in, even if they were not treated fairly.
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Hi Minto, I am not on-line much now, as my computer seems to think it owns me, instead of the other way around. I feel the smoke heavily today, with all the cruel destruction on this sacred earth. Odd to me, it seems. To think that most religions seem to call on God to protect the earth that we all live on and will all lay dead together in its hollowed ground. The earth that was divinely made, I wonder, who are we to destroy any of God's nature, including our own selves? I preach to much of late. God's Blessings on you, Annie
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Rob, I thank you for reading my small history leason. The world is smug in its historical veiws. I am sure it will be rewritten again, if the earth is able to last. Gods Blessings, Annie
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Ahhh to me this poem is being spoken in a smoky voice around a fire ring.your poems not only speak their own imagery, but they live within experiences of memory, and thats beautiful
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Sometimes a small leaf hits the ground with the thud of robust gravity. The story of the trail, as well as many, many others should be given the weight they deserve in what pass for history classes. Tell the stories...
Peace
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