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Indian Love Story
High in the Beautiful Mountains
Yet
untouched by the hands of man
You may see a
vision of a rider
As on the very top he
stands
So handsome and rugged to look
at
Long braids and jet black hair
War
paint in the mark of the Cherokee
With pride
he’s standing there
Then onto the back of his
Palomino
With the grace of a panther he
dared
The pony ran fierce and he ran
fast
While the wind blew the braids in his
hair
His heart was heavy and breaking
All
is lost that was to be his whole world
He was
hoping that someone would meet him
A Young
and a beautiful girl
They knew that their love was
forbidden
For the Indian to marry the
white
But they were leaving that mountain
forever
If she’d shown up tonight
Just before topping the high rise
At
a distance he caught sight
Of his darling
trying to reach him
Now everything will be
alright
Love knows no boundaries on
colors
For God created all men
No one ever
seen the fair maiden
Or the Cherokee warrior
again
But they say if you look up to the
mountain
At setting sun as now
You can
see him meet and embrace her
Their lives was
completed now
Although this story was written
In
Eighteen ninety five
I still believe that I
see them
As I’m gazing toward the
skies
Upon the pony he helped her
And into
the distance they ran
The beautiful blond
haired maiden
And the handsome Cherokee
man
~*Raylene Boggs*~ 2002
Poetry Of The Heart
Thank
You Raylene for sharing your poems with
me.
Please visit Raylene's very wonderful
site.
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