Cherokee Rose
In great sorrow it grows.
A Beautiful White Rose.
Nourished by sitent rain
the result of the Cherokee's pain.
Taken in evil greed and pillages
Cherokee's were driven from their villages.
So heavy of spirit and heart.
As their clans were torn apart.
Stripped of dignity and pride tears
and blood fell along the trail's side.
Where so many hearts died.
Cherokee hearts looked up to the sky
their brave spirits asked the Creator WHY..
When women and children were weak & dying
Some kneeling at broken bodies lying..
All along the trails struggling live..
The brave's asked the Creator for a sign,
there along the heartbroken trail
where their spirits teardrops fell
White Roses bloomed along the way
as their brave hearts trudged each day.
Despite heart braking cold snows
clams sparated and tears shed
Along our hearts trail forever
grow a beautiful White Cherokee Rose
The Spirit of this beautiful White Rose
in Cherokee hearts still grows...
From heart and Spirits so pained.
Today her beauty is yet retained..
A symbol of Hope and Pride regained.
Wherever over the clans four winds
blow does the heart of the rose grow
where teardrops did pour Cherokee
Rose blooms forever more..
By Barbara La Barbera
Used with her permission.
Thank you for walking this path with me! MorningStar Joni
