The night fell, and brought icy rain,
Karena and Tumas were snugly asleep,
dreaming of being reunited with their children.
During their slumber, a band of white men
surrounded them. They looked like a band of renegades. Their leader fired his gun in the air to awaken the slumbering couple.
"Get Up, we are taking you with us!"
Tumas stood in front of Karena,
speaking the white man's language,
"You are making a grave mistake,
do not do this, Your Chief John Smith
will be very angry, I am a friend to him"
"Shut Up, you are coming with us."
He ordered his men to tie them to their horses.
Karena had no fear, she trusted in the Great Spirit.
Final arrival was the Jamestown Settlement.
The conditions there were very horrific.
The people were starving and dying.
The two prisoners were forced to live
amongst the livestock,
Shackled in the building with the feed,
They were harassed and heckled by the white man.
The next day, George Percy came to see them,
He looked pale and sickly.
“Sir, can I speak to John Smith?” Tumas requested.
“No, he has gone back to our motherland
a month’s time ago.” George spoke in a quiet tone.
You speak my language quite well,
why is that? Are you a white man?”
“I lived among your people for some time.” and, Tumas explained his story.
George Percy listened with attentive ears,
He knew he must take advantage of this situation.
If he could win the good graces of Chief Powhatan,
then he could keep his Presidential reign in the colony.
“I am President of this colony,
I release you to go back to your people,
tell them of this mercy and let them know
that I mean no harm to them”.
Tumas shook his hand and thanked him,
and off they rode to seek Chief Powhatan.
There was a chill that entered Karena’s body.
She knew that this white man spoke with
evil intentions, and they were not really safe,
she must find her children, and seek safer ground.
Upon the sun setting, they were approaching
a sister tribe, and would bed down for the night,
eat, and share their stories to find some clues as to where their children might be.
They were welcomed with open arms;
Tumas spoke with the elders of the Mattaponi tribe,
while Karena bonded with the women.
The Elders knew where Powhatan’s people were,
and they shared this information with Tumas.
The Elders promised to gather their strongest warriors to accompany them safely to Chief Powhatan.
“Karena, my woman, I know where Chief Powhatan has moved his people, they are very close by,
upon sunrise, we will go to his village,
and we will be reunited with all of them.”
Karena could not sleep and just before sunrise she
stood on the banks of the MattaponiRiver searching for
answers from the Great Spirit.
It was there, that Karena heard The Great Spirit tell her,
“Karena, be brave, patient and sharp, You will find your children, follow your heart and gut feelings, they will lead you to them.
Trust in your love, and healing powers
to bring your family back together once more.”
A smile welcomed the sunrise,
and a new day was to begin,
and hope will be found once more!
Karena, Eagle Medicine Woman
January, 1610
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Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2009
I am glad that someone is doing the research to fill this largely blank page in our early colonial history. To read our school history books, you would think that the pilgrims were do-it-yourself heros who could make nature work for them. Not so. They never would have had that crucial first successful harvest if it had not have been for the corn and squash seeds brought to them by the Indians. Without this first harvest, they would have suffered the same fate as the earlier Viking colonists; a legacy of bones and artifacts. Thank you for doing this, Amber. Namaste :-)
When we are to give the mother what the woman deserve? worrying for the children, the future and the perils around is robbing her of her moments, when she can be the woman and nothing else.
Wounded Eagle is feeling pain for the smoke that don't reach the sky.
I love your story, Amber. When I was a little girl, the second "thick" book I ever read was about Pocahontas and John Smith. I've always enjoyed indian stories since then. Have a happy day!
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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Your continuing Karena saga
are very enjoyable reading
leaves a readerwanting more
love & poeace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Wounded Eagle is feeling pain for the smoke that don't reach the sky.
Georg
Love, Diana
Love,Christine
This tale that is well-told and every interesting!!! It captures my attention from beginning to end! Loved it!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
This is such a poem filled with hope but also with hate from the white man. I really enjoyed it from the beginning to the end.
Mary
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