Come Wewoka: A Cherokee Tale

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Broken is My Promise

Broken is my promise to you - Sweet Wewoka of gray hair. On Cosawta’s shoulder rest you As we sway beneath the litter’s rough In the dust of the pony’s sway. Be consoled deer phantom wife For your bones will lay to rest In the bosom of our earth. But, Cosawta flies away, His bones wane in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Farewell Fields

Farewell fields - Fields wheat - Fields millet - No longer will we scare the crows Waving wands above the sea - Sea wheat - Sea millet - Sweet elfin deer, good-bye. You spoke with tenderness The way we coil together At the campfire’s sway. Welcome blindness - City blindness - As we coil together in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Little Brother of War

Little-Brother-of-War was played Just as well with all And the ball field left Brave casualties in its wake. Littered are the souls - Spirited the game - Yet, now our field is silence Quiet rumination While the Little-Brother-of-War Laughs at us Under the blue-coat’s whip. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 11, 2004

A Log Burns

A log burns Sending signals to the towns That the city falls. It folds away from the river bank As if it never knew The great Sun’s blessing. Here old Littafulchee grew and thrives And now she must wrap her old bones Into a store-bought shawl Gathering the grandchildren And her warrior’s pride... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 10, 2004

A Clear Trail This

A clear trail this - See the blood of Chickasaw And hail the sweat of Creek. The Choctaw knew, What Seminole tell And now come we The Cherokee With city loves and hates Into our deerskins poured And weep along with our brethren Upon this trail of tears. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 9, 2004

The Hawk above the Heartlands

The hawk above the heartland Sees the world of all - Knows he the way we came And the way we go. Now the ridge pole falls And the saddled people flee - Dance we to Unakas drum. Give praise the hawk will never fail Or fall to the whims of Unakas. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 8, 2004

Come Wewoka

Come Wewoka to my house And join to me your nestling heart. Take my gift of hominy And to the sparrows tell your tale. This be my troth - Forever in this city fair Cosawta gives as solid oak His sunrise-sunset pledge. Our bones together to the eagles go As our oath takes wing. So, come Wewoka Takes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 7, 2004

We Sent Our Best

We sent our best to flight On the floor of Unakas’ court. For we are the children of the sky And the day was passing fair. But our best failed Not with the garbled lawless But with the great white warrior, Who eats our children Spilling blood on the Unakas god Who does not fear the sun. So much... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2004

Children Laugh Playing Poleball

The children laugh Playing poleball in the plaza, Firing the life of the great city. Wewoka found a bear’s claw - Cosawta caught a starling - But sewing and hunting ends Games the worldly play. Claws and Starlings fire the sun Spilling new laughter on the plaza And everyone plays poleball In every... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 5, 2004

Harvest Dances

Harvest dances, Ghosts in the mountains Near the Lover’s Leap. How we wed the sky with our singing. How we drank the corn wine with laughter. But the Unakas say We drink the sun no more And make our wine with dust, Dense as the mountains we haunt. Now harvest dances are shadows on Unakas walls,... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Come Wewoka is a Poetry cycle written by Edward C. Patterson, whose Tsa-la-gi (Cherokee)name is Medicine Flower (Nv-wo-di A-tsi-lv-s-gi). He is the author of several Novels and Novellas, now available at www.dancaster.com/jotrans.htm. Come Wewoka has been a web favorite, having first been published in 1995 at vagranthollow, in the Best Part of Me Collection. This is the first time it is being made available in the blogs.

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