i died and i went up
to heaven i was forgiven
for all of my sins of the
world, my spirit of my soul
came back to earth. i became
a white wolf, a mighty hunter
powerful and full of thunder
forever beauty among the land
and strong protector of my
indian ancestors .
beautiful,sent to dtr again, printed copy for journal of mine,and to mail to friends. Get to know Lendell Murry at Pp he also is Cherokee
This is very good. I can relate a bit because my grandmother was Cherokee (I know I don't look like it though).
Gail,
Beautiful poem.... From one Cherokee to another... Always remain one with the wolf... he will guide your beautiful spirit in the right direction...
Peace and Love
Judy
i like it! one love Corey & co