The Cold Red Bud
Sent to his on tree in truth and fabled firewood topped so if you sow with the liar you will lose your crop Thoughts of the tree of the forest pensively accursed a story likened to that is written in true verse
Red bud with pinkish betraying lips in those same hours like blood drips for those in the field of iniquity He loved to the end The purer meets the lips of an unfaithful friend a hardy stake to fall upon with this kiss not counting the cost while stealing a kiss this fruitless one to perdition lost The money will not save within his bag the silver cold rolling coins bought for a price foretold so full of darkness to say it was I It is finished the Fruitful Tree cried Poisoned by greed and the enemy growing in the field of blood it is called the Judas tree - by john beam -The Eastern Redbud known to Cherokees as Da-yi-go-gi or Liar. It is called this because it is the first tree to bloom in the spring often before the last heavy frost. If the farmer planted based on the Liar, the tender crops would be lost." David Cornsilk, Cherokee historian and activist
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2012
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