| A story once passed by me Every Cherokee has a �special place� I was searching for mine Long before I heard the story The smell of blooming cacti The sight of the hawks flying above The sound of small critters running to safety Ive found it I went there when he bellowed I went there when he left I stayed there when she died My sanctuary The archery range at the base of the buttes Silent Calm Peaceful Home By day the arrows sing By night, the stars tell their story |
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