I Saw The Past

from the high point of the hill in the shadow of a ruined house I saw with the eyes of the Cherokee I saw only the past I saw the land of my fathers I saw the misted horizon's wisdom and I heard the sounds of the past cannon fire and winds of despair I wondered at the white man's war I knew the black man was in chains the blue soldiers would free him but death was in the air I must retreat deeper into the hills I leave the river of blood I will wait for peace to come again I seek the clear water spring I am only dreaming of the past below me is the dark river I see the misted horizon's wisdom I must return to home once more