In a Twirl
Small red casting on morn's horizon
Shadowery fog cast veil on hill and vale
Symphony's music fills airwaves at dawn
Not a jet exhaust in sight no sign of swallowtail
Would be quiet except for man's presence
Man making his stamp on the world_ noisy
Wonder what it was like when Natives diligence
Fished, hunted kept the peace lived cloistered
Now the fiery red touches tops of trees
Like a blazing fire of yesteryear
When the Cherokee could forest green see
Did their future look bleak to their seers?
Change from quiet, peaceful to noisy world
No wonder our lives today are in a twirl
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