They linger in the chilled air haunting the valleys and  the hills...They linger in the rocks and roam upon the mountains sills...

They long to belong to earths terrain again...but dare not leave the  trails they left in pain...

Weeping  for the loss of  families and their tribe...Lonely for the cries of warriors that use to bravely ride...

Sad  Cherokee songs are waiting in the " mourning " air...Sacred drums beat quietly for the ones that  are not  there...

                                                sequoyahs´ tears drop upon this page..8/9/2000