Diane's Poems

The Smoky Mountain skies

are so beautiful to my eyes...

 

They may be Smokey one day

you can see the mist from far away

 

I can hear the calling of the wind

as the echoes still cry

from the distance in the Smoky Mountains Skies....

The Beauty of the Indian Spirits are calling in the Wind

As the Indians have been years ago are over the Hills

from the Top Of the Mountain

and Down the Hills to Cherokee......

The mysterious drums beats in some of the Skies

from afar.....

As Mother Earth is as beautiful still by far...

In the still of the night I can hear the cries

as the Smokey Mist, 

Is in the Smoky Mountain Skies!

Tell our grandchildren of the Valley of the Sun..

The beating of the drums ,and the Smokey Mountains Skies...

We must keep the hearts of the Indian Alive...

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

2004