~ Cherokee Dawn ~

I awake from ancient dreams
to the sound of fresh mountain streams
Alive with Mountain Laurel smells
I stand amid forgotten wolf trails

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Stars above in shimmering white
streams into the darkness of night
On mountains circled by Smokey wisps
In the "Land of the Blue Mist"

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Voices carried on a Summer's breeze
speaks the history of the proud Cherokees
Giant mountains in majestic splendor stand
covered in lush forests untouched by man

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Across these hills, older than time
weaves honeysuckle on giant pines
Enchantment shuts out a weary world
sheltering bears, raccoons and frisky squirrels

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As the last fading moon glow
falls on the sleeping Valley below
Toward Heaven I send my Prayers
knowing the Mist will carry them there

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Grandmother Sun now dispels the dark
in Sha-cona-g-e, land of my heart
The Night Birds have finished their song
and the Great Smokey Mountains
.... embraces another Cherokee Dawn

~~~

© Barbara LaBarbera
ThunderWolfLA@aol.com
(ThunderWolf)
7/17/2008

* "Sha-cona-g-e", Land of the Blue Mist
is the name the Cherokees gave
to the Mountains known today as
The Great Smoky Mountains