Cherokee Rose
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May the gentle rain that falls.... be sweet,
As are the roses.... at your feet.
The roses that first grew from pain,
Now flourish in the gentle rain.

The Mother sent the snow white rose,
So we would.... Remember those.
Who’s tears of sorrow and great fear,
Grew that trail of roses here.

As they walked this trail of sorrow,
Not knowing what....will come on the morrow.
Tears that fell as gentle rains,
Brought these flowers to the plains.

Always keep the spirits near,
Those who cried that trail of tears.
Hear not fear, or souls in pain,
Just the sound of gentle rain.

Seeker John & Thunder
October 10, 1997