Bette Bavington Poet Villanelle

In the Land of Hospitality

I met a Cherokee
Who realized our boat was broken down who
Said to me I will get you on your way.
Your journey
Doesn't end because of a catastrophe
With help you will be on your way with no delay.
I met a Cherokee
Filled with generosity
Who helped us on the waterway.
Your journey
Is the key 
To many door ways.
I met a Cherokee
He wasn't a Pawnee
Who helped us get back underweigh.
Your journey
Helps you see the simplicity
Of life which other wise you would of let slip
Away.
I met a Cherokee
On my journey.

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Connie Marcum Wong July 10, 2019 at 3:00 PM Our native American friends are a very loving people regardless of the pain they have suffered from immigrants taking their land by force. I enjoyed your poem Bette. xxoo Bette Bavington July 13, 2019 at 5:26 PM Thank you Connie. I am very thankful for the people God has put in to my life.

M. L. Kiser July 9, 2019 at 5:31 PM I think he was a holy man; very wise. Bette Bavington July 13, 2019 at 5:25 PM He could of very well been. Thank you for the visit.