Into the Woods
The ancient woods came alive in his dreams
dark visions of forests and spirits were seen
incessant drums beat into his heart
escape the reservation and make a new start.
Hotly his Cherokee blood burned within
with an urgent tribal beat to begin
a discovery to recover the distant past
and go into the ancestral woods at last.
For his people had roamed and knew the land
had skillfully traded hides with the white man
presided over the prairies and plains
and in the mountainous regions had reigned.
With ceremony and dignity he prepared
to live life in the woods where he would share
skills of nature and being one with the land
to breathe and find freedom from society’s demands.
Written on 1/9/2019
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