A Cherokee Rose: 'Dream Catch-her'

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Part 1 of the 6 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 04/13/2005
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A Cherokee Rose: 'Dreams Catch her'

Indian summer in a babbling brook’s trickle
light fingers trail; a pool’s surface they ripple
Paint brushes flower by the blue bonnets’ pose;
bare, in pure waters cleansing~ a Cherokee Rose

Noisy chatter from ducks that came a quacking;
from the bank to the water they came a splashing
A few waddled across the widest part of the river;
on the other side they shed wetness all a shiver

'Little Deer' watched with a river wide smile
as she dove in the water and swam for a while
Then bursting the surface in a hair swinging splash
she stood; raising her body that was amber sun meshed

Fingers trail all the valley; leading to spirits’ lust quelled
as she thought of a him and how his spirit stick swelled
Wandering; her hands find her desert passion’s soul
as one hand rubs vibrantly; the other~ nice ‘n slow

"Excuse me... Miss?" a deep voice softly said
startled and embarrassed; she turned Indian red
She sank deeper in the water; clear up to her nose
Caught were the sultry dreams ~ of a Cherokee Rose

"How deep is this river?" A cowboy on horse asked
Little Deer’s head shook slightly; made a nervous splash
"Not deep at all. Please be gone!" Little Deer replied
She then scampered shy for cover to a place she might hide

The cowboy kicked flanks and his horse took to water
but in a moment they were under by nearly three quarters
For the river was deep; just his hat came in sight
but cowboy and horse emerged; surprised; paddling with fright

"This river isn’t DEEP?!?" the cowboy gurgled, coughed and spat
Dripping wet, he crawled up on the other bank and laughed
Giggling loud, this Cherokee rose; bare behind some driftwood
They both would stop their laughing {if they only somehow could }

"Honest mister, those ducks over there easily walked across!"
she exclaimed as the horse strutted up from under river’s moss
Glances turn to passionate stares as spirits’ lust just grows and grows
Little Deer, now out of water; a wet and naked ~ Cherokee Rose

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A Cherokee Rose~

(1) 'Dream Catch her'
(2) 'Hunting Hearts'
(3) 'Indian Summer'

A Cherokee Rose was inspired by 'cloudy' a request for a lack of a better word.

'Thank You' cloudy, there is always sunshine when there is cloudy!

also ... a special 'Thank you' to "wanton vixxxen" who graciously 'edited' this series to try and achieve gramical perfection we strived, thanks for your hard work and dedicated time as well as your wisely added spice, L~

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Art~ 4/2005

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
OF COURSE WADDLING ACROSS THE CREEK

another may be up the. TK U MLJ LV NV

DuPainDuPainabout 16 years ago
*Rose*

I love your rose, my grandmother was Cherokee and that was her name.

William

wildsweetonewildsweetoneabout 18 years ago
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i have a dream catcher, i'm not sure it's anything like this poem though. ;)

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
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I'm part Cherokee as well, so I had to love this. Like good sex often is, this poem was as fun as it was sensuous.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
Yes!

Beautiful ... !

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