|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|What a great and mighty tribute...It reminds me of my husbands ancestors, the Lakotas, I feel like I've become part of that history, and what an honorable and beautiful one your Cheroke rose is...|
|Reviewed by A PAX
|both poetry and music grabbed me from the start, this is great.......I love this, pax A|
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|You certainly know how to make it become real! love holly|
|Reviewed by Dark Knight
|Lovely words-I notice it says May 12 is when you posted the poem-where have you been the last few days? Not to mention no emails for quite a while either but I guess you're busy like all of us|
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|This is so vivid and potent, Belle. I read it as if through flames somehow, speaking a spirit truth and rekindling the history as if it is in the now. The presence and actuality in this piece is rich, the soil of these poetic plains is fertile. The spirit of the Cherokee Rose is enduring and fragrant. You speak here with the full bloom and beauty of your heart and soul. And amazing testament. Bless you, Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Awesome write. I think I live practically on part of the trail of tears and yes, their voices are on the wind still today. I am at comfort with them as their drums beat while they sit around the fire. Liz|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Sad, what went on in the early days..
Super write Belle..
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|you speak with un tied tongue, watchout for knife in back, injun lover, great story Belle, love that music, hugz|
|Reviewed by Randall Barfield
|It's incredible when we look back and know from diaries how the first pale ones of Jamestown, Virginia, and other places (They would become the New Americans.) were aided and fed by the Native Americans. How little they knew they were cutting their own throats. History can be awfully painful as well as pleasurable. Great music and tribute.|
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|The Native American People summer so much!
Your poem took me through a journey of tears
Peace Love and Light...and hugessss..too..Morning Star
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|The Cherokee Rose talks about her people, one among Hundred Nations, and the scars left on her peaceful tribe by two tongue pale faces.
That rose that sprung from the ground became a very wise squaw.
(in Sioux a "Gallant Warrior")
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The sins of our past will forever haunt the children of the future, at least those children born with a conscience.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Very passionately written and could feel the scars on your heart for all the injustices of the past....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Timothy Flaherty
|great work as always Belle
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Excellent writing sweet lady,have a wonderful evening...Hugsssssss|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
I know one Cherokee word: Wado. You took us, who know nothing, on the Trail of Tears - you make us see, hear, FEEL - powerfully penned rememberance. Your best -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|A great write LaBelle, you make your family proud by keeping them alive and telling how it was. They were very strong people and still are. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful write and music, Belle; how we treated our Native People (and still do) is a tragedy; makes me ashamed to be waisitchu (white person)!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Chuck Keller
|My mother was 1/4 Cherokee. Great poem, Belle. The "Trail of Tears" is one of our government's most unforgivable acts. As always, I'm a fan.|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|America should forever live in shame for your "torturous trail of too many tears." You've done your ancestors proud, La Belle. Thank you for
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|So beautifully written, pulls you in on the very first line. And barren rocks she grows only pulls you tighter. Great thoughts, great poem. Love, Bonnie|