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.
And I think you really did sit and reflect on this in their ancient mountain home! I do too, and there are some facts in here I didn't know. And so true, they lived with the Land and Spirit NOT against it in mad competition. Thanks for this important poetic reflection...
Later, Michael
Love it, Walt. The way you blended history, the sadness of what man has done to man and nature, all blended perfectly with the touch of a skilled poet. The picture is perfect for the poem, too.
You could have tittled this one "About Land's Rape" because from a pristine land it is now more like a sewer we will left behind. No heritage to our children's children.
Walt, yes the wind does possess the spirit of the elders and the natives passed on...I go to Virginia where the Powhatan people have lived for many many generations. We as white men, stole so much from these peace loving nature preserving people. This is why I continue to write my Karena series, we must always remember those people who were here way before the white man ever stepped foot on this country.
I love your sentiments in the very well written poem.
Nice read, thank you,
Amber "V"
Exceptiional write my friend and the images you paint with your words are striking, I too could almost feel their pressence just from reading this...
fee
You're close to Blood Mountain. Go there and you'll feel the spirit of the Cherokee and Choctaw. The mountains was red after war, hence the name. I'd love to sit on the side of a mountain with you sometime.
Great poem.
Love,
Susan
SWEET walt- What a Masterful Truth spoken Poem, There Spirit is My Spirit! To have and keep "KINDNESS" in the Heart for our fellow man,woman, Child, Animal! This Poem I will Treasure! Thank You! Walt! I loved the loving essence in this picture! We have a Town (5 mint's from us) that is Historical off Rte 44 in REHOBOTH MASS, and a Book out because Rehoboth was an Indian Reservation/Life for (part) of them was here! I don't remember what part, I think it's Lakoata..
You stir a lot in my Heart! I still Chersih/treasure pow wows, an inklin of their once Hard Life! GREAT POEM!
WRITE ON!
Read on!
BLessings of Peace and Harmony Sustain thee (YOU) SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
There has been some significant land preserved near me. Land which used to hold the Lenope.
I'm planing a hike tomorrow- Appalacian Trail- and to remember them.
Much enjoyed.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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There was enough for them and enough to share.
Truly we should have learned from them. Thank you, Walt. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Later, Michael
& also a really awesome bio pic
streched out on your bow
peace & Inspiration "Spirit Wind"
Vickie
Newfie hugs Rose
There was enough for them, and enough to share.
For hundreds and hundred of years, too. And how sadly fast, we changed all that.
Georg
I love your sentiments in the very well written poem.
Nice read, thank you,
Amber "V"
fee
Great poem.
Love,
Susan
You stir a lot in my Heart! I still Chersih/treasure pow wows, an inklin of their once Hard Life! GREAT POEM!
WRITE ON!
Read on!
BLessings of Peace and Harmony Sustain thee (YOU) SOULFUL_PurplePassionsSHEEoxxo
I'm planing a hike tomorrow- Appalacian Trail- and to remember them.
Much enjoyed.
John