Great Smoky Mountain Eulogy


O Great Smoky Mountains
Land of mystic blue haze
Which hovers like a blanket
midst your valleys and peaks
Cherokee name is Shaconage
Ancient mountains that predate history

Ashes and cinders and flames
Sacred Land now set ablaze
The Mountain people weep
And the Cherokee, who roamed
This Land, the white man has destroyed
with their ignorance, greed and insanity

O Sacred Land, O Sacred Land
Where the deer and the doe graze
Of soaring eagle and shaggy bear
Hemlock grove and laurel bald
Falling waters and trickling creek
Now a Pyre of humanity

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I was inspired to write this poem because of my great love of the Smoky Mountains, its people, and its rich Mountain and Indian culture, and out of mourning for recent events which too place there. En in hand, the words just flowed out of my heart. This is my first poem written outside of a classroom assignment. I plan to continue to write poetry as an expression of my passions and sufferings. I would like to dedicate this poem to all that treasure our US National Park System, and to the families that lost their loved ones or homes in this terrible fire.