The Day I Went RED
Ah, so red the hair, so green the eyes, so warm and soft her tender thighs
She smiles, she laughs, and she teases my senses, locking me with her deep diva glimpses
Her control over men is such a sweet end to a day of hard work and toll
She shows with a glance if there will be romance in the future of her then chosen man
Now you may say nice things, you may say please, but down on your knees will not work
The red haired vixen seeks no control as it comes when she enters your vision
Over so many years I knew so many dears and yes the pleasures received were so sweet
Oh yes, they passed through my day then left on a breeze and gently but surely were gone
Never once did they hold me or bind me still with lock or with chain
Then one saw what it was that mattered and made my day shatter
She touched deep within and I lost it as she found and took control of my weak spot
From then until this day I can never help but to say I fell to the gaze and her one sure shot
My way is not chosen and my soul is not frozen as the heat from her visit holds me warm
I day I may hold again, and be so bold again, and feel of the sweetness I crave
For despite what you say she was more than a lay she was my red haired lady for a day
Do you have a sense of humor and want to laugh?
See.... told you that you would laugh.
In my mind I can fly!
So do I tickle your interest
Did I tease your brain
Want to see the world from above
Feel the heat of red lava
The numbness of the frost
The touch of the wind
See the past that was
The people that were
Grass is not always greener
Some can be meaner
Watch the hungry gleaner
Lay in the waters edge
Lights dance in the night sky
The pebble breaks the water
Energy only changes form
Where will the path lead you
Listen the soft spoken lady
With the butterfly eyes
This is the legend of the first woman of The Civilized People.
The Legend of the First Woman
As Told by Mary Ulmer Chiltoskey
For a time the man was very happy on earth. He roamed around and ate the fruits and berries and he visited the animals and he saw his homeland. There was much to learn and the earth was beautiful. But before long the man grew discontented and he became very unhappy. He didn't know what this disease was, but it was a disease that we still have. He was bored.
When he got bored, he used his mind and his strength differently. He shot arrows at the deer without really needing to. He picked the plants and didn't use them. He tore up the animals' dens just to see if he could do it. And soon the animals became concerned about the new creature.
The animals called a council meeting to try to determine what to do. They said they thought this creature was supposed to have respect for other creatures, that he was given a mind. A little insect said, "Wait, you haven't thought this out. The Great One made him; let's ask him what to do." This seemed to be a good idea. They called to the Great One to help them with the new "superior" creature.
The owl said, "You told us the man has a mind and he is to respect us."
The deer said, "I don't want to be disrespectful, but you told us the man would need more of us deer than any other animal. If he keeps killing us like he is now, very soon he won't have any deer left."
"Oh," said the Great One, "thank you, thank you. I had not thought about something I left out in this man."
The bear said, "Look at him right now. He's lying out in the sun with his face up. No animal will sleep right out in the open. We all know to go into a private, guarded place to rest."
The Great One said, "Yes, there is something missing because I was in such a hurry to make him. But I know what is missing."
"Stand back," he said. He made a green plant to grow up tall. The plant grew up right over the man's heart, up toward Galunlati. It was a plant with long, graceful leaves and then an ear and a golden tassel. Above the tall plant was a woman, a beautiful, tall, brown woman growing from the stalk of strong corn.
The man woke up and thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and said, "This is not true. In a minute I'll wake up and be just as bored as I was before. Oh, I am so lonely."
The Great One sort of kicked him in the behind. "Get up you lazy thing," the Great One said. "Be a man for your lady" Now no one had any reason to think this man was a mannerly individual. Recently he had certainly not been acting like a real gentleman. But we don't have to be taught manners: We need someone to expect the best from us and we use the manners the Great One has already given us. So the man got up, brushed himself off, and gallantly offered his hand to the woman who came down from the stalk of corn.
The woman said, "No, wait a minute." The man didn't argue or huff. He just waited as she asked. She reached up and pulled two good ears of corn to take with her. Then she said, "I'm ready." Do you know why she wanted the corn? She couldn't have known yet that the corn would be an important food. She just knew that she had sprung from the corn and she needed to take something of her heritage with her.
The Great One remembered that although each man will sometimes need to be alone, each man will also need companionship to be his best.
Over a period of time, the man and the woman built a home where they kept the corn for planting. The next spring she planted her corn and it grew into a beautiful plant. It was probably the next year that she noticed a large bird who became sacred to the Cherokee because they could watch what he ate, and they would then know it was safe to eat.
One morning the woman noticed the turkey eating the tender corn. She knew then the corn was food and it was time to eat the corn. That evening she set a pottery pot of corn in the middle of her cook fire. She covered the pot with a curve of chestnut bark. When the man came in to eat his fish stew, she didn't tell him what she had cooked. She just pulled an ear of corn from the pot and pealed it back so he could smell it. He thought it was the best aroma he had ever smelled and he began to eat the first corn of the spring.
Note: Cherokee women now never tell their men when they will serve the first corn of the season. They believe if they say it, bad luck will happen. One year not long ago, Aunt Mary's husband overheard her tell a visitor when they would have the first corn of the season. Before the corn was good and ripe, wild hogs ate nearly all of it!
From Aunt Mary, Tell Me A Story - A Collection of Cherokee Legends and Tales as told by Mary Ulmer Chiltoskey, edited and compiled by Mary Regina ulmer Galloway. Copyright 1990 Cherokee Communications, P.O. Box 507, Cherokee North Carolina 28719 (704) 497-5510. ISBN 0-962863009.
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