~~~POETRY~~~
Cherokee Born
A Tribute to my Great Great Grandmother
A quaint little lady with a room of her own
Raised on the reservation
Cherokee born
With no place to roam
She worked her fingers to the bone
And at the age of fourteen
Was taken from the fields
Was taken from her home
She took me in her eccentric World
Taught the ways of the Cherokee born
Though a half-breed I was
She told me I was her blood
The writings on her wall
Well, THEY TOLD IT ALL
The story of her life
Not everyone understood
She took me to her room of jewels
Away from the shed in which she lived
The writings on the wall, she explained them
all
A half-breed you may be-but you're a part of
ME
Get up if you should fall, brush off the dust
The Great Spirit above pushes us onward
Women we may be, but he watches over us
And a half-breed you may be, but you're a part of
ME
Ancient songs, dances in the night
Wars we will always have to fight
Wolfs will be our guiding light throughout the
cold
Listen to the Spirits of the very old
Listen to their howls
With heads raised to the moon
It's a Cherokee's life
Don't sit lonely in your room
Listen well to the stories I tell
A tear drop on her cheeks
Every line in her face told a tale
A half-breed you may be, but you're a part of
ME
The Trail of Tears she endured for years
Understanding the White man's fear
Take away the only life I know
And my wrath I will certainly show
Run through the fields with freedom flowing within
your soul
Cherokee blood runs through your veins
Let your spirit reign
A half-breed you may be-but your a part of
ME
© 2000 Gail Goodwin (All rights reserved)
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Tequila and Roses
Her body smells of rose oil
Her lips with the taste of Tequila
Her body moves with his every sensation
She is like the rose, gentle to the touch
Every petal fragile with thorns to protect
Water her with Tequila and her passion will
grow
She will be at his every demand
Like the flower that reaches for the sun
Twisting and winding around his body
Sucking the juices of life that flows
Hoping that somehow in this she will know
His love will touch her very soul
Tequila and Roses and a teardrop will fall
For the love she seek is but a dream after all
The Tequila dry and the Rose faded
In the morning light, will he leave her jaded
© 2000 Gail Goodwin (All rights reserved)
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