Gift For Gentle Deer
Cherokee warrior i am
First son of the chief
Named, Bright Cloud
After my ancestors belief
Bride i must choose
For my sons to be born
Ceremonial dress
Tee-pee adorned
My gift to my wife
A beast so grand
Lipizzaner so white
Standing 15 hands
On the day of our wedding
Ohio River so blue
Our ancestors above
Look down on us, two
Warriors and families
Surround our souls
As we are joined together
Like a mare and her foal
Ceremony ends
To our Tee-pee we go
Ancestral chants
In the background slows
Through the night as we dream
As our spirits flow
As we wake in the morning
Our life starts to grow
Years pass
For this Deer and her Cloud
Three sons she has bore
Standing tall and so proud
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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