the women continued to struggle ahead.
They were grieving and agonizing over the
Each new day it was becoming more difficult
It was completely hopeless in most of their
Without the aid of the mothers, the old
that none of the children would make it
All of the younger children were entirely
The mothers had lost hope and had begun to
When the old wise men began to take notice
they were afraid, that the clans would cease
The old wise men then earnestly began to
They knew things could not continue this
That night, each shaman had the same dream.
For the Great Spirit had made of them a
In the dream, the Great Spirit began to
He knew the women had become much too weak.
He said to tell the women to look back up
and they would see a promise to help them
To a renewal of faith and hope they would be
For a beautiful flower, from their tears,
had a rose.
They were roses of white, like the purity of
they knew the Great Spirit from them would
Their Creator, had reassured them to an
With this rose, He had strengthened His
people, the Cherokee.
Joyful Jan © May 2010
This poem was inspired by the Legend of
the Cherokee Rose. The rose continues to
even today, along the route of the Trail Of
It is the State Flower of Georgia.
One-fourth of the Cherokee People
died on that trail.
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