The history of your lives lay locked in the iron gates of a foggy, distant past.
The few souls containing the substance of your memories have either passed on,
taking it with them or are forever out of reach by fault of time, distant or lack
of knowing: holding it back.
Like a beggar with a handful of spare coins I hold on.
I hold on to the pieces, crumbs of history that have been bestowed upon me.
This journey of life is long and winding,
full of turns through the changing of man's reluctant shadow.
The night visions dance, remembering each day though Time is silent, full of
constancy yet trusting no one. As friendship and family warms the soul through the
four ages, providing comfort from the torturous past, having survived through
centuries of unfathomable brutality and near-extinction. The flood of pain seeping
slower than un-needed, abhorred time. Yet the Cherokee heart remains true, looking
to the morning stars for guidance and to the sun for vitality and strength. My
people are one with themselves and nature, relishing in the abundance of it's
land. Where the Thunderbird roams, the Dawn reveals much more than the day itself,
also revealing prospects and everlasting life.
Author notes
This is a tribute to my Maternal Great-Grandfather, Armond Rainey.
Please tell me what you think,
Comments
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Exellent
A first class beautifuly written poem about the
Cherokee indiginous American people who had their lands and culture wrenched from them by the land grabbing, gold seeking invaders from abroad including
the U.K.of which I am totaly ashamed.Having got that off my chest,may I thank you for sharing "Ladies of the Night" and for your kind comments thereof
my poems usually have happy endings.e.g."Blue Eyes"
The Twins"" Young Love""Little Barefoot girl"and
"Little John" Etc
May I recommend.A Novel entitled"The Last Frontier"
by Howard Fast, I think you'd love it JUDMC(George)U.K. -
WOW! Powerful write with powerful imagery.
You've painted a sad and yet proud picture here.
Really Awesone poem! Good Job!


