Cherokee Lament
The sky smiled wide upon our toil
The rivers kissed our furtive hands
and blessed us with bounty
from it's depths
The sun promised golden grain
and corn to feed our children
The buck and the doe gave up
their skins to cover us
The bough lay waiting in the woods
to give of itself what we may need
What, of this land, did we ask?
No more, no less, than an Indian can!
But, came the day, we were no more...
Lost in the sea of white man's ways!
As a people, the Cherokee no longer stand!
We gave up our ways,
Our beliefs, our lands!
We have vanished..
As the snow, under the summer sun!
Glenda(Vance)Stadley
�1976
In Honor of My Father:
George Franklin Vance 1909-1962
My Grand Parents:
Samuel Louis Vance 1840-1911
Vola Susan (Mills) Vance 1867-1953
My Great-Grand Parents
Leonard Franklin Mills 1845-?
Suzanna (Hess) Mills 1845-?
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