Diane's Poems

As I was listening to the mountain stream by the Waters Edge

I could imagine the image of my great grandmother holding my grandmother

as a young child at Waters Edge.

The rippling of the water as it falls upon the rocks, I can hear the call of the mountain voices

at Waters Edge.

The voices of the sky still echo in the Smoky Mountains so high.

I know that some sweet day In the Land of Glory

I will see my family In the spirit of the Waters Edge.

I know many families have shed many tears

threw out the years.

We have some lost our family heritage

I have searched for years

By the Water Edge with the stream and by the trail of tears

We will be in Spirit by the Waters Edge ,

I know you have waited there for many of years.

Such Joy we feel, as the echoes of the Drums still are

beating from afar

We will be there by the Waters Edge

Like a bright shinny star.

~Linda Diane Wilkerson~

2003