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I can feel it, the Cherokee spirit, Calling in the wind. Like a long lost friend. Dancing around the fire, Feeding my wild desire, In my dream he seems so real, He warms the cold night chill, I can feel it, the Cherokee spirit. He has to be a Cherokee Chief, It's my belief As he chants, I see him dance, around the fire, As he feeds my wild desire, He reaches for my heart as if to steal it, In the dark I can feel it, The Cherokee spirit. Wild like a eagle, He soars the sky, Spreading his wings , I watch him fly, He has dreams , that never die, He watches over his land, He hold's my hand, I can feel it, The Cherokee spirit. by Judy Puckett Copyright © Judy Puckett Inspiration: My Cherokee Heritage |
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All Poems by Judy Puckett: The blood fell, Cherokee Spirit, Peace poem, The tears of a man, This child, Love's Price,