Cherokee Bride

native american poem 1

Her hair is golden, like the sun
Her eyes so blue, like the sky
Where the birds fly far and high
Her skin is soft, like a doeskin dress
and she will try her very best
To please this chief
of the Cherokee tribe
so she can be with him
and become his bride
She loves this man
she knows it's wrong
but the love he shows
makes her strong
they will be wed
in the Native way
no matter what the white men say