Poetry

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The Indian maiden looked so pretty
Standing in water, knee deep
Carefully gathering some river cane
While watching, little frogs, leap

She took the river cane, home to dry
And later, she wove it. . . real tight
Making baskets, for crops, to store
Dyeing with berry juice, to make bright

River Cane, was used for many things
Blow guns, shielded masks, painted flutes
The Indians made use of “Great Spirit’s” land
Animals fur, gave many. . . Fringed suits

The Cherokee believed in many “Spirits”
When wearing animal cloths, upon their skin
Its was said the animal’s skills, fell on them
Giving courage, strength, and health within

Strange were the way of these Natives
Their beliefs were many and strong . . .
Appreciating all that “Mother Earth” gives
Praising the “Spirits” in haunting song

Today, they practice their customs
Understanding . . . Mother Nature’s gift
Listening to the soft rhythm of drums
Bring memories, making spirits lift.

Copyright 2008 Judith Johnson Kypta

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