Cherokee Rose
many days we walked
an unforgiving sun
beating down upon us
and at night
even the cold moon
seemed to curse us...
Seeing what no eye should see
our tears mingled with dust
and angry winds spoke
of the death of our people
our children, our old
succumbing to grief...
Our hearts cried out
Great Spirit, give strength
give courage to your people
let not this trail of tears
be the end of our great nation
let this not, be our defeat...
The Great Spirit heard
the anguish of his people and said
I will send them as a sign
an indestructible flower
which has both strength and beauty
a symbol of my love for them...
As dawn awoke
we turned our faces east
longing to see our ancestral home
to savour the richness of our heritage
as it was before the fathers of greed
stole it...
But what we saw was amazing
the trail we'd watered with tears
was alive and growing...
A white flower as pure as fresh snow
within its center gleaming gold
a lovely flower
surrounded by seven green leaves
and armed with sharp thorns
the Cherokee rose...
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