Diane's Poems

In the mist of the Smokeys the Spirit of the Land

I can see the Spirits  in My Mind once living by the Mist

of the water and staying warm deep in the Land.

 

It is here that the Cherokee stayed at Mother Earth

and only they could be in the Valley of the Sun

hidden deep in the middle of the Smokey Mist.

The Wolves would listen to the call of the Wind

The Cherokee always knew when it was not a friend.

They would watch until the Sun would come again.

 

Hidden in the middle of the Smokey Mist as the water flows

swiftly threw the land;

Only, the Indians could really understand!

 

Tell our Children now,

Let them  find the heritage of their Home.

Which now is just a beautiful land to see,

Now, over the Smokey Mist of Tennessee;

Is the Land of the Cherokee!

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

April 2, 2004