Cherokee Messenger
August , 1997



Shawl Society On The Move


First Annual Cherokee Womenís Gathering
Cherokee women who wish to spend a very relaxing and enriching weekend with other Cherokee sisters will enjoy this special time to get to know one other in a beautiful rustic setting. So join us: First October weekend, October 4, 5, 6, 1997. Camp Manison I Friendswood $46/person includes two nights of lodging (Friday and Saturday), three meals on Saturday, and breakfast on Sunday. We must have a minimum of 12 registered to offer this fee, otherwise it would increase. Space is limited, so make reservations early: Call B.J. Callihan, 713-668-0222.

Poetry Corner


The Great Nez Perce, Poor Looking Glass
A searching sadness
An injured calm
A long ago friend
With a time lost song.
A great chief
Was Looking Glass
Riding on his horse
Comforting the children,
A looker to the women.
He did not want ruination
Nor the fall of his tribal nation.
He did not mean for destruction
To befall all his people.
The advice he gave to Chief Joseph
came from his heart not his head
He wanted to protect the tired women and
Children
So many had been shot dead.
They may have made it to Canada
To safety and a new life.
Chief Looking Glass did not mean
To give ill advice.
All that was left to do
Was for Chief Joseph to try
To save his beloved wife.
In the middle of the night
The scouts came to tell Chief Joseph
There was no escape
They were surrounded
So Yellow Wolf was sent toward Canada
With Chief Josephís wife and infant
Daughter
Waiting for morning surrender
Waiting to "fight no more forever"
Holding inward pain and great sorrow
Such was the plight
of the Nez Perce
A great tribe of native Americans
That tried to protect their rights
The most peaceful tribe when they were
Alive.
by Daquoi Oct. 16, 1994
This may not be historically accurate because history is hard to make accurate. It depends on the author as to what the outcome will be. I do not mean this poem to show any disrespect for the Nez Perce but rather to honor them.

Reprinted with permission from SouthernPRIDE

Tribute To Chief Satanta
(Chief White Bear-a great Kiowa Chief)

Wearing a medal on his chest
Trying to cooperate to accomplish his best.
A great Kiowa Chief
Intelligent and loved
Satanta was a hero to his people
Yet thrown in jail like a thief
In all wars this happens
Political struggles and senseless fights.
It has occurred all over this Earth
An endless sadness through all times
If Satanta lived in our age
Perhaps he could teach us how to conserve.
A gentle and loving man
He wanted only to roam free
Living in the era of his existence
None was there to hear his plea.
In World War II overseas
Many of us Americans, captured
were treated equally unfortunately.
The past is like a sealed room
No-one can re-enter, no change
Everything final to be eternally imprinted
Like residue hauntings un-rearranged.
However the past holds lessons
Messages and memories to help us.
The sadness being:
All people share the guilt
Every race has hurt another
In a previous time or place
If we could learn from one another
It could be our saving grace
For the entire human race.
Even though the past cannot be erased
Letís hope his final words
Are not the legacy for our space.
He was in an army hospital
Sad, silent, disgraced
He wanted the nurse to tell him
If he could ever leave his prison
When he found out she answered "no"
He hurled out a second story window
For that is what the history books show
An overexhausted emptiness of soul
A tormented unfortunate ending
For a roaming nature wise spirit
If we stop polluting and care for our world
Perhaps our future wonít be "out the window"
A better future could be secured
Letís peacefully cooperate together
So a future goodness is insured.
by Daquoi Jan. 16, 1995
I hope this will honor the Chief even though it may not be historically accurate. I mean no disrespect to White Bear.

Reprinted with permission from SouthernPRIDE




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