Today the old chief passed, Enwreathed by potent memories Of battles fierce, of freedoms lost, Of smoking pipe with enemies Who swore to keep the peace treaties But quickly spurned such promises When greed for lands gained upper hand. Today the old chief passed And hastened to his ancestors, To mountains, valleys, fertile plains, Sparkling rivers, fields of grain, Miles and miles of vast domain Where Cherokee live free again, Never again to be betrayed. The old chief passed today.
Today would be my mom and dad’s 75th wedding anniversary — if they were still on this earth. They were very much in love their whole lives, and my sister and I benefited from their love because it made them terrific parents. I’m dedicating this little cinquain to them.
Marriage: It takes a lot Of effort and good will, And love that puts another first. Quite rare.
But two People I know Invested selflessly In two becoming one with great Success.
Just a little note to let my followers here know that for this year’s National Poetry Writing Month 30-day challenge, I’m writing and posting all my poems on my regular poetry site: AHYOKA. So if you’re interested in following the 30 days of new poems, just hop over there. In past years, I’ve posted the NaPoWriMo poems on this site, but I’m trying to get myself more organized, and I don’t always have time to post them here and on the poetry site both. So it’s only right to let the AHYOKA site do the job.
Come, gentle Spring,
And beckon us to life again.
We’ve wallowed long in dark and death,
Despairing of a better day.
But once again, with breath awash with sunlight,
You’ve pressed your gentle way into the cold and gloom
And bid us rise to meet you with a smile.
True freedom and morality have taken a hard hit in the U. S. since the last presidential election, but all is not lost. There is an amazing movement of citizens who have finally awakened to the need to be much more vigilant and proactive than ever before — and a whole new generation of conservatives who are not afraid to break free of the establishment and actually fight for the freedoms our forefathers gave everything to win for us. Just thought I’d post a little haiku on that subject.
Waving proud and free —
Liberty’s banner endures:
Battered but not lost.