Remembering My Ancestors
Written by Quest
I stand in the meadow and watch the deer graze
I am Cherokee.
I leave the valley and run to the shore line to watch the whales and dolphins play.
I am Cherokee.
I dig a hole in the ice and drop my line praying for a fish.
I am Cherokee.
I climb out from the depths of darkness, to hear and see the spirits of my ancestors.
I am Cherokee.