Listening, thinking, feeling.
I sit in silence taking in the view,
Thinking about the land.
I flash back to times gone by,
When almost 60,000 Creek and the Cherokee called this land home,
And lived in peace.
Tribes fought from time to time,
But they never waged war.
Never taking more than needed the land flourished under their care,
There was enough for them and enough to share.
Their mountains served them well and they respected and revered them.
British explorers saw the trees of the Appalachian forests as masts for the King's armada.
Then gold was discovered in here in Georgia.
I sit in silence, the wind blows and I can still feel them here.
Spirit winds still roaming their mountains.
(c)2010 Walt Hardester
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