{ pathetic.org }
 

Indian Spring

by Brian Francis

Yellow moon low in the sky

Cherokee river drifts slowly by

I owe my soul to the wide prairie

But my heart is Cherokee

Oh Cherokee river take me home

To the green land rolling hills

Cherokee river my spirit cries

Take me home before I die

 

In my dreams I can see trees

As far along as the eye can see

In my dream path, I do not roam

Cherokee tears have led me home

A red man’s heart beats in my chest

A red man’s blood flows in my veins

Cherokee dreams yes they are mine

And in those dreams my heart is fine.

12/22/2003

Posted on 12/22/2003
Copyright © 2019 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/16/06 at 02:52 AM

This definitely reads like a song - strong, proud rythmn!

Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 04/17/07 at 04:48 AM

Brian, I like the feeling and the meaning of this--good work.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/16/07 at 05:00 AM

And this poem is fine....Charlie

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2019 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)