James Fraser Poet Rhyme

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
 
 
     < for Gentle Deer >



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Carol Sunshine Brown June 30, 2009 at 5:31 PM James, my very special friend I thank you for this gift from the bottom of my heart. oo day nu tee ah wee = ( Gentle Deer)

Carolyn Devonshire June 30, 2009 at 12:48 PM A wonderful story filled with interesting Native American characters and traditions. I felt like I was watching a move. Great work, James! Love you, Carolyn

June 30, 2009 at 11:56 AM Love the ending of this one. Nice tribute. You captured an aspect the culture well in this poem. Thank you for sharing it. Karen