Faye Sizemore


Ancestors fearing genocide
Fled to the Stick People to hide

They blended their blood with theirs
Fearing The Trail Of Tears

And now after… oh… so many years and generations
Still clinging to the old while embracing a new nation

Though only one drop of blood may be kin
Know that their Legacy is still there…

And their Prophesy is still singing on the wind…

This poem was inspired by “Nothing at All
©Copyright May 18, 2009 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud