Come Wewoka: A Cherokee Tale

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Monday, October 4, 2004

City of the Cherokee

City of the Cherokee Swept with autumn gold, Alive with commerce gold, Wares bought and wares sold; And this great world was never-ending, As we were jealous not to barter for our souls, This great earth at our city’s heart. Autumn gold covered ruddy loam - Cotton’s loam - Now, the curing loam of... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 3, 2004

Rusted Flint

Rusted flint Searing still in my heart stream, But long since set aside. Calling bird Singing now a hollow song, Telling of chicks new born, And loves and fears heroes know, Now smolder in the distant plains, Burning with the forever-flint With no bird to recall it to life Except the dust crow who... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 2, 2004

Campfires Smolder (1)

Campfires smolder Growing cold as night Enfolding the empty square, Lost to this trail of tears - My trail of tears. Silently in the forest A footfall tells they crept away Into time’s bower, Into tear’s brine, Into the hearts of those who should know better, Into my veins Like a smoldering memory... Sign in to see full entry.

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