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The Arrowhead
by Joyce E Bowling → (All Poetry by Joyce E Bowling)
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I have always enjoyed studying and learning about my Native American heritage...my ancestors are Cherokee. I was inspired to write this after finding an arrowhead in my garden.

 


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 Reviews of "The Arrowhead"
Reviewed by Mary Patterson
Reviewed on January 28, 2007
I loved the poem! To find such an ancient relic was a gift! I too share the mystical bonds of my ancestors. Thank you for sharing !!!....M

Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 5, 2007
I love this poem being part Cherokee I too enjoy the traditions of ancestors. Thanks for sharing this with us........... It is magical to read.
Bless you Joyce,
Joselyn

Reviewed by CJ Heck
Reviewed on January 4, 2007
A remarkable poem, Joyce -- written with wisdom and just a touch of magic -- you always hold your readers' attention from the first line to the last word.
Love,
CJ
p.s. I, too, am part Cherokee!

Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
Reviewed on December 31, 2006
Joyce, I used to go arrowhead hunting in New York with my dad and uncle. I'd crawl through rows of carrots, strawberries, and corn under the baking summer heat. Cicadas slicing the air all around me. I know the touch of wonder that comes from plucking history from the dirt.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside
Reviewed on December 30, 2006
Ah! Remarkable... blessed are you not only to have made the discovery, Joyce, but to hear and see it for its insightful and visionary qualities - to "hear" and "see" it with the eyes of your heart. Wonderfullly written so that we might all be transported to the experience and share it with you. And such discoveries are made for sharing! As others have said, this has such a compelling, sensory feel to it that draws you in very much like a good movie. A blessed and Happy New Year to you, Joyce, and may 2007 abound with like fascination and finds. LOL K xx

Reviewed by cecil hickman
Reviewed on December 30, 2006
such beauty in your words only protect and affirm the vision that you saw of the past of proud and remembered people of the land with spirits which touch us all, we only need to be silent to feel all they admired,,,blessings..Cecil

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
You are blessed to have had such an experience! and thank you so much for sharing it. I am not Cherokee by blood, but my connected is there, even thought i do not fully understand it yet.

Reviewed on December 29, 2006
Oh this is soooo interesting!!!!!! Wonderful write, Joyce!!!!!

Happy New Year!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed on December 29, 2006
Happy new year Joyce, great poetic rendition, enjoyed it. We have someething in common heritage wise, i too, have Cherokee blood

Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
This is truly beautiful, Joyce! Most tender, touching poetry.
Lovely, lovely work!

Wishing you, and your family, a New Year of Peace and Happiness ~

Thank you,
Love, Sheila

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
I so enjoyed this poem. Thats how I feel when I find pottery on the erie canal. Your writing is so moving.

Reviewed on December 29, 2006

"The Arrowhead"
Oh Sighs, sighs such a longing, beautifully captivating powerful write and find Joyce!
Transposed, and transpired to another place and time truly a blessed miracle indeed. As Kimmy wrote "I couldn't imagine this arrowhead being found by anyone more worthy!" ~I truly cannot begin to imagine anyone more worthy or deserving than yourself~IT WAS MEANT TO BE. Truly, truly that is your land, the land of your forefathers. Oh, surely we all want to know just what you are going to do now with that precious arrowhead now Joyce?

Wow, what a blessing you received in material and historic form!
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm

Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
Joyce,

Bless your Cherokee heart, and the vision our LORD hath given thee!

Being a descendant of the Lenapi-Lenape [renamed Delaware, I truly enjoyed this gorgeous write, Sister! It is as much a treasure, as the arrowhead you were given. Will you share it with your students?

May the LORD bless you and your Kentucky home with the bluest skies and the warmest fires, and the greatest yield from your garden.. in crop, and in story.

Happy New Year!
Love, Rhonda


Reviewed by K. Mulroney
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
I am part Indian Joyce and I do so appreciate this write. I have always wondered what their lives were like. You captured a part that to many have forgotten. Great piece.

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
Reviewed on December 29, 2006
Joyce, One of the things I enjoy the most about your work is it's refreshing and pure nature...never forced or frilly, just a simple honest write that is as delictable as home cooking and with the scent of the good earth. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Love,
Taylor

Reviewed by Karen Cino
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
Awesome write Joyce. I enjoyed reading about your ancestors. We need to be more exposed to the different heritages that make up the USA.

Thank you for sharing this with us.
Happy New Year!
Karen

Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
{{{{My dearest precious little Joyce}}}}}
How incredible the first peoples are and were and shall always be..I am so proud of you sister that I am BREATHLESS..Your ancesters will always echo what the Lord has thus giveth theee, which is life through salvation and that the reason we are here is to love and serve..I am in tears as I write this knowing I shall miss you deeply..Yet keep me in prayer that my gift of intercesion shall be used for the good of all mankind...Yes, your Cherokee people shall rise up from the dust and they shall live through the blood of the Lamb..I am so happy I made such a diffrence in their lives in humanitarain ways...Spread the word by putting a link on your site to the American Indian College Fund...They work through scolarships, grants and they need help..I use their link on all my out going emails and I send them whatever I can monthly..The funding get's them off poverty reservations and there are about 350 in the U.S that are not doing well..Let us get a kid to college.. I love you sister!!!

Forever, JO

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
I so enjoyed this read... thank you so much for sharing it!!

hugs, Myrna

Reviewed by Maryvonne Chartrand (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
Thank you for this. Love and peace as my bro would say,

Maryvonne.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
A captivating write, Joyce. Thank you for sharing it. Blessings to you.

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
Wow Joyce, I was transported. You are very adept at taking the reader on a wonderful, visual journey that is always moving and inspiring. I really loved this work and have saved it. Have a truly happy new year my dear friend. Love Panda :)

Reviewed by A PAX
Reviewed on December 28, 2006
How wonderful
its a sign!!
not just the fact that an arrow points.......lol
but its a sign...
only you will be able to read it
happy holidays
pax Anita xo

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Thank you for putting us there in the garden, then helping us
climb in your time machine. Come out in the Land of Long Ago and have the privilege of visiting with people who helped build and shape
America. Many of us have traces of Native American blood -- Cherokee, in my case. I like to think it is where my dark hair and closeness with nature come from. As for arrowheads, I grew up in Illinois, where a favorite activity was sifting soil in the hope
of finding one. What a thrill when one turned up! Now I live
in the NC piedmont. There are burial mounds out here, and some of
the trees in a nearby wood are ringed with white rock. If you
sit out on the deck at sunrise, I swear you can hear ghosts join
birds in song. {Saxapahaw is where I feel them most.} I so appreciate your reminding me of the riches all around. Joyce. By the way, my favorite charity is Running Strong for American Indian Youth. Can't give a lot, but. . .y'know what?
I am going to find a way to give more! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
'Pea' <3

Reviewed by Regina Pounds
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Utterly beautiful, Joyce...you describe the experience with reverence and joy that touches me deeply. Your sense of connection to those who came before you and your appreciation are exquisite.

May the new year bring you many blessings.
Thank you.
Gina

Reviewed by William Bonilla
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
This was an awesome piece Joyce
thank you, for taking me along into the
journey through your vision of time past
excellently expressed
Peace be with you

William
Love & peace

Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Joyce,

This is GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Connecting with the past, you capture the Native People beautifully and poignantly. BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Great pen Joyce. I used to find arrowheads in Tenn. as a child.

Reviewed by Morning Star
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
A truly amazing write this is fantastic
To connect with the past! I cant even beguine to
Imagine what when through your mind as you view
All the beauty of the land before you live there Wow
Truly a stunning write!!
Wishing You Love Peace & Joy for the holidays
And Always Happy New Year..Morning Star

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
This is truly a beautiful moment -a connection with past noble inhabitants of the land upon which you now live. You have done a marvelous job of making the connection come alive through your poetic words. Thanks for sharing this connection to the past.
~Butch

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Wonderful read!!

love Tinka

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
An excellent and evocative write Joyce. I understand the energy that is transferred into the imagination when you find something marvelous from the past out in nature.

Several months ago my wife and me were hiking in the High Laguna Meadows and stumbled upon an area that was inundated with Indian pottery - mostly in shards. It was utter magic.

Blessings to you sister ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Good description of such a moment when you go someplace else and the world eventually catches up, but you're different.

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
Wow! This is such a treasure, Joyce...the poem and your find!
I couldn't imagine this arrowhead being found by anyone more worthy!
I applaud your dedication to your past heritage, as the world needs to remember those that came before us, to treasure their way of life, their cultures and the many artifacts, for our future children's children....
God surely has Blessed you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
A truly beautiful moment, I'd say. I've been fascinated with Native American culture since I was very young, and I have some treasured arrowheads, too. I think we can truly learn much, from those who came before.

Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
This is such a grand offering. I was raised on land full of arrowheads and pottery.
Louisa

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
A great blend of the past and the present. Both are dear in our hearts. Victor

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish
Reviewed on December 27, 2006
What a beautiful way of life they had, it brings to my eyes when I realise what has been lost. Great write. Best wishes Joyce McInnes

Reviewed on December 26, 2006
Excellent write Joyce, I have a bit of Cherokee blood flowing through my veins, but mostly I am Italian American, and I too love reading on both my Native American and Italian Cultures, write on and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~


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