![]() Headed North Toward Asheville on the Southern Blue Ridge ParkwayA Poem by GeneticstarHeaded North
Toward Asheville on the Southern Blue Ridge Highway Wind blowing
hard up the Northeast side Carrying with it
frost and the smell of lumber yards. Crow’s flight
from the heart of the Cherokee Nation " Fertile valley
where the First Ones stood. Wide Road of
Pilgrims, Yes! You are my Connection, You" From the tops of
the highest balsam pines, To everything I can
see with my eye. All-Faith Chapel
called Earth, I court you with
my tears. Lead this man to a higher place:
Above hate, above
lust, Above the fear
of death’s delivery. I am your child.
I am your
father. The world unfolds
through All of Us. © 2011 GeneticstarAuthor's Note
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Added on December 27, 2011 Last Updated on December 27, 2011 Author![]() GeneticstarKatuah BioregionAboutWriter-reader-poet-mythologist since an early age. Agnostic, seeking, spiritual, privileged. more..Writing
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