Come Wewoka: A Cherokee Tale

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Tuesday, November 2, 2004

Silhouette

Silhouette against the sky, Not the hawk But the gray warrior - In the saddle wondering Why he must be wandering When happy in his woodland The great Sun made him holy Draped carcass, Different meat against a different sky. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 1, 2004

My Man

My man is gone a-hunting - Baby sweet, nod far away - Mama needs to pound the corn And cannot hold you to her breasts. Drift away to dreams - Close your weary wondering - And when the meal is fine I’ll sing you the song of poleball And when the hunter comes He’ll tell you daring tales, The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

They Come Again

They come again Unakas all! In blue and gray - Yet, do I call - I like the gray As the blue took my breath away. My leaders stall But find the smoke once more. Again they come. Great river, drown them all In the red of blue and gray. Come Experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 30, 2004

Birch City

Birch city no more - Farewell Chattanooga! Skin town is now - Hello Oklahoma! The land weeds rove, Like we rove - The wind is unkind now - It comes now and then in terror - Unlike the gentle wind back home. Corn porridge now! Farewell sweet Hominy! Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 29, 2004

The Fire Burns Again

The fire burns again Blaze rotting shit on these plains - Not the sweet aroma of my home camps, But the stench of buffalo waste ignited by the sun. But we can boil again And bake again, Small band of my heart. The Unakas are gone And once again, the land is mine - But the fires will never burn The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 28, 2004

Come Wewoka take this Root

Come Wewoka take this root - Savor the spice between my hands And the rain comes forth Filling pots - Skins are dried once again - I will hunt the fowl once again, And buffalo As the ancients taught some how And we will survive. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Sunset on the Mountain

The sunset on the mountain Calls to the wind and valley - But the blameless land Is awake and calls To the Eastern gale And some lone tree - Some lone voice. Purple skies meet the plains, The winding trail A serpent spread across the land By hopeless men - Weary souls - Seeing the purple heavens,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

See the Spot

See the spot - The shadowy spot And remember this city of mine - My people have fallen By the hundreds - By the thousands Far away from their chosen spot Into grave ignoble - Mulch for earth - Alien places - People then - Now just shadowy spots. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 25, 2004

The River

The great river flows Testimony to time - The trail flees - Dust marks us all. The hawk leaves a path Over clouds and wind falls. Be it my secret - Then be it my dust - Then be it my testament to time. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 24, 2004

Great Waters

Great waters of the old grandfather stream Wash this warrior’s blood away And make me a warrior once again. My heart is in the mountains Where pines and hawks Sing praises of the wind and sun. Tired and tried I plunge across your balm tide, So I may be a warrior once again. Come experience The Jade... 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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