Smoky Mountain Dreams

Oh, the Smoky Mountain Dreams

They flow in my mind

So, it seems.

I have dreams of the years I ran the Mountains

We would swim in the cool cold Streams

I would sit by the water and think about the Indians

That had fought and ran in the Streams

It is such a mystery to see the cool

Water and thinking of the past were the Cherokee had fought

Many lived in that part of land

The one place was called the sinks

I often wondered what was at the bottom

They said it was so deep no one could ever go that deep

I have laid awake and Dreamed of the Streams

I have also Dreamed in a sound sleep

Could my family of the Cherokee have been found

In this Stream?

Oh, Indians, my Cherokee family of the past

We are finally free at last.

January 1, 2009