Peace be in your hearts MY BROTHERS.         

Donna Mattox Buffalo Woman   

I AM STARTLED AT YOUR SNOW WHITE HAIR.

MAGNIFICENT ONE I FEEL YOUR TEARS,

YOU'VE MOURNED THE LOSS OF ALL THESE YEARS.

WHY HAVE YOU CHOSEN TO COME TO ME,

WHEN I AM WHAT WAS AND NO LONGER FREE.

I FEEL YOUR SORROW, I HEAR YOUR BELLOWING ROAR,

YOU CALL TO A TIME THAT IS NO MORE.

YOU WANT MY WORDS TO SET YOU FREE,

BUT MY SPIRIT WOLF HAS DIED IN ME.

AS A CHILD YOU OFTEN CAME TO ME,

YOU CALLED MY NAME AND SET ME FREE.

NOW AS AN ADULT WHEN YOU COME,

YOU CALL ME WOMAN WITH NO NAME,

A PERSON WHO IS NO ONE.

I WANT TO WRITE YOUR WORDS OF ALL THAT HAS BEEN DONE,

BUT I AM WOMAN WITH NO NAME, I AM NO ONE.

THIS ONE IS OF MY GREAT GRANDFATHER DRAGGING WOLF.

A GREAT WHITE ROBE YOU CARRY DISPLAYING YOUR NATIONS PRIDE.

YOU RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE GREAT ONE,

SINGING YOUR PRAISES LOUD,

FOR A NATION OF PEOPLE THAT MAKE YOU FEEL SO PROUD.

YOU LIVE IN PEACE AND HARMONY WITH ALL THERE IS TO SEE,

YOU SING THE SONG OF A WARRIOR SO YOUR PEOPLE WILL BE FREE.

YET ALL THE PEACE YOU ASKED FOR A BATTLE HAS BEGUN,

I WROTE THIS ALSO AT 17. I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE IT FOR WHAT IT IS. IT MAKES ME CRY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.

PEACE BE IN YOUR HEART           

THE SOLDIERS ARE COMING CLOSER,THEY'RE VERY NEAR THE CREEK.

THEY HAVE KILLED AND BURNED OUR VILLAGE,

NO ONE IS LEFT ALIVE, I RAISE MY HEAD TO LOOK,

MY MOTHER SAYS TO HIDE.

SOLDIERS HAVE FOUND US, MY MOTHER JUMPS AND RUNS,

SHE TRIES TO SAVE MY LIFE BY TAKING ON THEIR GUNS.

THE SOLDIERS SHOOT HER IN THE BACK NOT 1 NOT 2 BUT THREE,

I SCREAM OUT HER NAME, THEY ARE COMING FOR ME.

BROTHER WOLF JUMPED IN FRONT OF ME SAYING

"LAY DOWN PRETEND YOUR DEAD.

I'LL PRETEND TO EAT YOU AS HE LICKED MY CHILDISH HEAD.

I WOKE UP WITH A START THINKING IT ALL A DREAM,

UNTIL I STOOD UP TO VIEW THE BLOODY SCENE.

BODIES WERE EVERYWHERE,

SHOT, BEATEN OR BURNED,

THE SICKENING STENCH THAT ROSE FROM IT MADE MY STOMACH CHURN.

I SAT BESIDE MY MOTHER NOT KNOWING WHERE TO BE,

BROTHER WOLF SAID, "GET UP YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME."

"YOU'VE GOT TO TELL THE STORY OF A PEOPLE PROUD AND FREE, YOU'VE

GOT TO TELL THE STORY OF MY BROTHERS, THE CHEROKEE."

PEACE BE IN YOUR HEART

Cherokee and Proud.

SEEKING A VISION WHERE THE EAGLE S FLY.

GREAT SPIRIT I HUMBLE MYSELF TO YOU,

I SING YOUR PRAISES ,HANDS LIFTED

TO A SKY OF BLUE.

I SING I DANCE I FAST I PRAY,

GREAT SPIRIT TAKE ME ,

SHOW ME THE WAY.

AT THE CORNER OR MY MIND I SEE A LIGHT,

YET IT IS LATE AT NIGHT.

OUT OF IT COMES A WOLF AND BEAR,

I FEEL THEIR BREATH AS THEY COME NEAR.

THEY STAND ME UP UPON THE GROUND,

ALL IS STILL , THERE IS NO SOUND.

WALK WITH US BROTHER CHEROKEE,

OPEN YOUR EYES FOR YOU SHALL SEE.

A WAY OF LIFE THAT WILL SOON BE THE PAST,

TEACH YOUR CHILDREN SO YOUR ANCESTORS WILL NOT DIE AWAY,

I PROMISE

Cherokee and Proud       

WAITING PATIENTLY FOR THE WARRIOR

WHO RODE ME TODAY.

RESTING AFTER A BATTLE WON,

YET KNOWING THE REAL BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN.

I AM READY FOR BATTLE AT THE TOUCH OF A HAND ,

CARRYING MY WARRIOR ACROSS THE LAND.

I WILL RUN FOR MY WARRIOR UNTIL I CAN RUN NO MORE,

OPENED HIS EYES AND SPOKE TO ME.

BEWARE THE WHITE MAN COMING YOUR WAY,

HE BRINGS GIFTS OF DEATH THIS VERY DAY.

HE WILL TAKE WHAT THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS GIVEN TO YOU,

TRICK YOU TO BELIEVE HIS TREATIES ARE TRUE.

WHEN HE KNOWS THAT HE HAS WON YOUR TRUST,

HE WILL SLAUGHTER THE BUFFALO TO FILL HIS GREEDY LUST.

HE WILL KILL YOUR PEOPLE AND TAKE YOUR LAND,

HE THINKS IT IS HIS RIGHT AS A WHITE MAN.

I TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE IT IS NOT THE END,

*To some native Americans the Owl is a Bad Omen. The owl is The Messanger of Death.




                               written:  July 11, 1999

© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This  original poem.  Thank  you for your Poem Donna.     

I AM A PREDATOR HUNTING THE WHITE MAN.

MY CALLING IS THAT OF ONLY THE BEST,

 
TO KEEP MY PEOPLE SAFE AND DISPOSE OF THE REST.

AS I TELL YOU MY STORY WHITE MAN LISTEN CLEAR,

BEFORE YOU KNOW I, AM, YOU YOU'LL BE MISSING AN EAR.

I WALK WITH THE STEALTH OF THE WOLF AT NIGHT,

TO AVENGE THE HURT OF MY PEOPLE, TO MAKE WHAT IS WRONG RIGHT.

I AM NOT A COWARD WHO WILL STAB YOU IN THE BACK,

I WILL LOOK YOU IN THE EYES BEFORE I ATTACK.

I WILL GLADLY GIVE MY LAST BREATH TO SET MY PEOPLE FREE,

FOR I, AM,

This was written from a story told by Dragging Wolf, it was told to him by
Night Fox his grandfather. I put it to poetry. July 22, 1999
I hope you enjoy this one, I tried to write as close to the story I was told.

glowing amber in the dark of night.

You haunt the places sacred to me,

the spirit path of the cherokee.

Your song calls me back to a time long ago,

where we did not have to hide from the unknown.

Your voice embraces the spirit wolf in me,

it warms my soul, sets me free.

We live in the circle you and I,

from birth walking as brothers until we die.

Brother wolf eyes so bright,

glowing amber in the dark of night.

© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This  original poem.  Thank  you for your Poem Donna.     

PIERCING THE HEARTS OF THOSE UPON THE GROUND.

TELLING A STORY FOR ALL TO HEAR,

THE CHEROKEE, THE WOLF ,BUFFALO AND DEER.

RETURN AGAIN TO CLAIM YOUR PLACE,

WATCH ME SOAR WITH SUCH GRACE.

THE GREAT SPIRIT SPEAKS THROUGH ME TO YOU,

KNOW DEEP IN YOUR HEART ALL I SAY IS TRUE.

YOU WILL AGAIN CLAIM WHAT IS YOURS,

THROUGH TRUTH, WISDOM , AS A NATION OF FORCE.

I CRY FOR A TIME THE GREAT SPIRIT HAS SHOWN ME,

WHEN THE LAND AGAIN GOES BACK TO THE WOLF ,

© 1999 Donna Mattox is the author of This  original poem.  Thank  you for your Poem Donna. 

ShadowWolf