To Quest The Visions
I will wear this commitment
close to my heart
and let it serve to
remind me - my mission is not yet complete.
~*Marge Tindal*~
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From the heart of
this Cherokee ... you have heard the wails
of ancestral brothers
through the tears shed on the Trail
Events not-of-our-making
... nonetheless they remain
as tragic circumstances
bearing our country's founders names
In the salt-water pools
of history, lay the tears of American Indians
On blood-stained shores
of indignation, never given an ending
Thus in the quest
of visions, are the legends laid at my feet to tell
I have to pass them
on to others, as I know my mission well
We cannot mend - what
we do not know was torn
So on the pages I
must write of the stories that time has borne
When the White Buffalo
calf is come, the legend has it that we
will dwell together
as ONE people - what a great day that will be
The land so taken and
abused - in abundant nurture will again grow
The waters pure across
the mountains, surely again will flow
Creatures that were
driven by the 'progress' of man
will walk the plains
to multiply all across the land
Most gratifying of
all - will be the peace among mankind
It will be ... as
it was - when man indeed was kind
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please contact Marge
if you want to use
any of them.
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Music
is called "Old Ones"
If you
wrote this music, let me know so I can give you credit
Marge
