Cherokee Song

Sing with me

O, listen!Hear!
Sing with me, for I am joy.

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Quote of the Day

Two miles into
the sky, the snow
builds a mountain
unto itself.

Some drifts can be
thirty feet high.
Picture a house.
Then bury it.

Plows come from both
ends of the road,
foot by foot, month
by month. This year

they didn't meet
in the middle
until mid-June.
Maybe I'm not

expressing this
well. Every year,
snow erases
the highest road.

We must start near
the bottom and
plow toward each
other again.

~ Camille T. Dungy, "In her mostly white town, an hour from Rocky Mountain National Park, a black poet considers centuries of protests against racialized violence"