Diane's Poems

The Indian Spirits are calling in the wind

With cries of sorrow with the voices they send.

The Cherokee Indians is the tribe my family

Is from.

With love of the Spirits we waited to daybreak

For the voices from afar.

We listened to hear the voices of the Sun. I have always

Loves the Cherokee Indian Tribe.

They are just over the Mountain from where I grew up as

A child.

I once had a friend that lived in the Smoky Mountains

She had a dog she mixed with a Wolf

You could see it in his face and in his eyes

 

Her name was Libby, I loved visiting her

House the was near the top

Of the Smoky Sky.

 

A Indian of the Tribe she was and the friendship

We had was so with delight;

Many of her friends were afraid of her dog, and

She would put him in the fence.

 

But, when I was there, he would come and sit next

Next to me.

His name was just Wolf Dog. He looked more like

The wolf than any Dog.

I would sit next to him and stroke his hair,

Not afraid because He  knew there was a Spirit there.

It was as if he knew when the sound of the Mountain

Echoed back to his ear so intense,

This One is ours do not take offense.

 

I always loved the Smoky Mountians High;

Many spirits our surronding the Mountians in the sky.

 

Some day I will also have a Spirit in the Sky,

I hope our children, and their children, and grandchildren

 Will keep the hearts of the

Indians Alive.

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

2003