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My Heritage, My People

Poetry By: Carina
Memoir



This is for Pockets challenge! (late late late I know, shame on me XP) Anyway, this is for the prompt, heritage. I hope this is worthy of reading. Please read, comment, and contribute constructive critisizm. I love it! XD And I love you guys. :)


Submitted:Mar 21, 2010    Reads: 84    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


The trees and the rivers that run
The cool, fresh mountain air
I close my eyes and imagine
My people walked here
They lived in these woods
And worked with this earth
Such rich, thriving culture
They had so much more worth
They breathed this same air
Though it was so long ago
Yet I feel a deep connection
These were my people
Only one ancestor I have
That gave me Cherokee blood
Yet that one small drop
Feels like an incredible flood
So I consider them my people
And mourn for their tragedy
The Trail Where They Cried
"Nunna daul Tsuny"
I love the Cherokee Nation
Go ahead, say I don't belong
Say what you want, but I?
I will call them my People.
~Carina~




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