Though I walk live and drive
upon these streets of concrete
And hear the sounds of
traffic and horn beep
I am who I am and always will be
Child of Creator and of Cherokee
Once long ago
I ran free as the wind
It did not matter
I had no money to spend
My life was rich and blessed
By Great Spirits Hand
We were as children
And lived off this beautiful land
Elders taught us the
meaning of life
By wisdoms learned
And told around the campfires
For centuries my people
have been Earth keepers
Whatever we take
from Mother Earth
We put back
Today the spirits of my
grandfathers call to me
To remember to love Mother Earth
As she loves us
To give love and comfort
to those in need
To bind the hearts torn
By strife and greed
To love our brothers and sisters
And to raise our children
with pride and honor
For if we love and
respect each other
And this great land
Allow our hearts to be touched
by Great Spirits Hand
What is there to fight over?
Bonnie Ray 2004
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Thank you for visiting me!!
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6-11--2008
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