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The Cherokee Nation by Cindy MeadeThe Cherokee Nation
In the beginning Mother Earth provided plenty.
Vast Plains, Raging rivers,
With creatures who inhabited them.
We were surrounded by beauty.
This bountiful land
We shared our rights.
This great gift
We cherished its presence
We stand tall
We are the Cherokee Nation
Our language shared with few who knew Iroquoian
We spoke gratefully.
We are the Cherokee Nation
The rights we ours to farming
And hunting in and
through the mountains.
But our rights were slowly diminishing with
Treaty after treaty
We start to stumble.
We are the Cherokee Nation
Disease all but destroyed us
Lands all but taken
A long trail has us numbered
The tears we hide under
We are the proud
We are the fallen
We are the Cherokee Nation
Today we live in
Foreign land
Living lives anew
We were the fallen
But now the proud
We are the Cherokee Nation
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