Soul finds peace in majestic mountains
they call the Smokey's.
Their soaring heights call to me
like nothing I have ever known.
When I step into those hallowed hills,
oh, how I feel at home, as if I belong.
The trees beckon to climb their limbs,
flowers beg one to stop and smell them.
And the birds seem to sing a special song
just for me.
Birds take flight and I want to join them.
To fly with the little blue bird,
see what she sees as she soars
high over the mountains and valley's.
I am one with nature
through The Great Smokey Mountains.
My heart beats like the ancient drums
the drums that beat out rhythms
that my Indian ancestors has danced to.
So I think I will stay forever in,
My Tennessee Mountain Home,
as Dolly put it so well,
and explore my roots more.
Author notes
This is just my thoughts and feelings within myself which is what Tender Wolf and Silent Cougar asked for. And just one of the prime examples of my free flow form. 
I hope you enjoy.
A contest entry
- SPEAK TO ME FROM A NATIVE VOICE by Whispering Wind.
875 points, ended August 27, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is simply breathtaking! I am not a mountain girl myself; I prefer the beach & ocean waves. I love forests, though, & I feel at home anywhere in them. I really like the way you talked about wanting to fly like the little blue bird. It made me think of your name.
Niaish Ma Eno......We love you!
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LOL that was the whole purpose of that part of the poem. Glad you figured it out, if anyone else got it they didn't say anything.
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Ohhh, Shyla's gorgeous!
I'm the brightest bulb around! For now, anyways.
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*giggles* thank you
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your voice and soul speak of a freedom within us all that is searched for constantly. To return to where peace can be found, no hidden foes or worries, but the everlasting need to be free, to enjoy and to live as one with nature.
A beautiful write Little Blue Bird, Thank you
Don't know how I missed this, but I am glad I was sent in the right direction.
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2nd Time Around
atill just as captivating as ever. Be encouraged in all that you do, knowing that the Great Spirit walks with you.
Silent Hawk -
Hey, I live in Tenn and I love it here! It really is such a beautiful state. I love the mountains when I see them. I really believe that you've done a beautiful job expressing the imagery. Thanks for putting a smile on my face.
Kari aka Whispering Doe
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A beatiful poem. I have visited Tennessee and it is a beautiful state to see. I would love to live high in the mountasins myself.
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So many beautiful parts of the USA and this is just one I would love to see. You have made it sound as good as I picture it to be. Sheila
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Beautiful....
Your imagery is just wonderful. It sure sounds like a magical and sacred place.
I enjoyed the read very much
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you have chosen my little sister to be showered with love ffrom your group enjoy and keep smiling we all love you
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Thank you so very very much, Sister of My Heart! BIG It is a great honor to be chosen for Inside Poem of the Week.
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This is truly beautifull with a won\derful flow, I love the nature in and of your poem. I love nature. It was a pleasure to read.
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Stuning Imagery!
A beautiful poem you have penned. A pleasure to read your feelings about where you live. It does sound so lovely there. Bless You, Sandy
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awww sooo pretty and beautiful and full of grace!
amazing! just amazing! good luck in your big sisters contest!
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How truly lovely, very country feel....loved it.
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Soaring over mountains , beating drums , simply outstanding, good luck in the contest
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Inspiring Write
of your home and heritage you have placed here for us all to enjoy. Your words paint wonderful canvases of thought, about the Grat Smokey Mountains, you call home.
I must say though it is not what Tender Wolf and Silent Cougar asked for, perhaps Tender Wolf and Silent Hawk? LOL
Niaish for sharing and Best of Luck
Silent Hawk
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BREATH TAKING
I could feel the freedom within your words and the peace growing from within for to know ones roots is to know ones self.You have painted a master piece upon your canvas of words niaish so much for sharing with me and for entering
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