A Lonely Dragon

Hi dear friends and followers. here we are it is Wednesday Poetry Day. I didn't get around to composing my own today but I have found a wonderful poem called "A lonely Dragon," author Jessica . I think you will find it interesting, so take five, relax , and have a pleasant read, and hope you enjoy it.

A Lonely Dragon

Always been free to fly.

But since all the little creatures-

With their bows and arrows-

Inhabited the lands,

Freedom is no longer grace.

In disbelief that I am the only one of my kind,

Always hiding behind the great green vines,

Trying to pretend everything is fine.

A lonely mystical creature,

A pure, fierce beauty of the empty blue sky.

All alone in a big black hole of despair,

Weeping over the devastation.

The once beautiful, once peaceful land,

Is now an unsafe land of ruins.

Flying with nothing but peace in my mind,

Over the misty mountains,

And the colourful fields full of flowers.

Hearing the screams of the little creatures.

Then, suddenly a sharp silver arrow through the head,

Dropping involuntarily to the ground,

Like an unwanted piece of meat,

Not being able to fend off all the beating and bashing.

My soul starts slowly drifting to a more peaceful place,

Where my mystical family gracefully fly free,

A place with limitless strawberries and daisies.

Listening to the, now faint, malicious laughter of those cruel little creatures,

A painful, yet calming breeze blows over my lifeless body.

Finally free to fly in the wondrous, crystal blue sky.

Now I'm not the lonely red and black creature of the empty sky.

PEACE!!

© Jessica

Published: Oct 2008

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-lonely-dragon#ixzz3IohAVqF6
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The Hitchiti Tribe Georgia

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I introduce to you the;

Hitchiti Tribe

Based upon the information on the map to which I have access, the State of Georgia seems like it was a crossroads for several Native American peoples and cultures.

The Hichiti, Oconee, and Miccosukee Tribes had a major presence in the area. Today we will look at three of their legends. Our friend, Rabbit, the trickster, returns. The legends also feature other creatures indigenous to the region.

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The Race Between Wolf and Terrapin

Wolf met Terrapin and boasted that he could outrun him. Terrapin said, "I am fast," and Wolf said, "I am fast, too." Then Terrapin said to Wolf, "Let us run a race."

After they had set a day, Terrapin went away and looked for some other terrapins.

They had agreed to race across four hills and so Terrapin set one of the other terrapins on each of the hills, but he sat on the last himself.

When the time had come, and Wolf had arrived, Terrapin said, "When I whoop I am going to start." Presently he whooped and immediately Wolf ran as fast as he could go until he got up on top of one of the hills. When he came there he saw a terrapin climb the next and sit down upon it.

He ran on again and when he got to the top of that hill, he saw a terrapin climb up on the third hill and sit down.

Wolf thought he was beaten so he left and went away. On a later day, when Terrapin and Wolf met, Terrapin said, "You said you did not believe me, but I beat you."

It is told that way.

Heron and Hummingbird

Heron and Humming Bird agreed to race. They said to each other, "We will race for four days, and whichever is first on the fourth day to reach and sit down by a big dead tree standing on the bank of the river shall own all the fish and the water."

When the time for the race came, Heron started off, while Humming Bird went along or stopped as he chose. While he was going about tasting the flowers Heron overtook him and went on past, while Humming Bird when he got ready went on and overtook Heron.

He passed him and when he got a considerable distance ahead tasted the flowers again. While he was flitting about, Heron kept on, reached him, and went past, but while he was going along Humming Bird overtook and passed him once more.

When night came he stopped and slept. Humming Bird sat there asleep, but Heron traveled all night. He went on past and when day came Humming Bird chased him and again overtook him.

They went on and the night of the fourth day Humming Bird also slept. He sat where he was until morning and then started on, but when he got to where the dead tree stood, Heron had reached it first and was sitting on it.

When Humming Bird got there Heron said to him, "We agreed that whoever got to the dead tree first should own all of the water.

Now all of the water is mine." Because Heron said to Humming Bird, "You must not drink water but only taste of the flowers when you travel about," Humming Bird has since merely tasted of the flowers.

This is how it has always been told.

The Tasks of Rabbit

Rabbit asked food of an old man. Then the old man said to him, "Kill an alligator and bring it to me and when I see it I will enumerate to you all of the various kinds of food that you may eat."

Rabbit started along thinking over what he should say to the Alligator in order to kill him. He got close to a river and thought, "I might tell him this." He went into the water and spoke aloud to any Alligator that was in the water, "Are you here, old person?"

"Yes, I am here," the Alligator answered. "Why have you come here?" asked the Alligator, and Rabbit said, "Because they told me to bring you to fashion a wooden spoon." "All right, I will fashion it," the Alligator answered, and he came out.

Now Rabbit started on ahead, and when he got some distance away Rabbit thought of a way to kill him. He picked up a stick and beat the Alligator repeatedly, but the latter ran back to the water and, with Rabbit still beating him, jumped into the stream and swam away.

Rabbit stopped. He did not know how he was to make Alligator believe again. Then he thought, "I might tell him this." He turned himself into a gray squirrel. There was a tree that hung over the water and bent down toward it, and the Rabbit, thus turned into a gray squirrel, sat on the top of that tree and made a chattering noise which the Alligator heard as he lay in the water.

"I am getting tired of your noise," said the Alligator finally. "Well," Rabbit answered, "the old man told Rabbit to bring you to chop out a wooden spoon for him. He went and has not returned, so he said to me, 'Go and see what is the matter.' That is why I am here."

"One was around talking like that," said the Alligator, "and beat me a lot, and in spite of what you are saying you might do the same thing."

"Rabbit is always a fool, they say. He came over and treated you so because he is just a fool. He came over because the old man wants to employ you to chop out a wooden spoon, but he treated you abominably. But come out and chop it for me and I will take it back."

He came out and followed him. Both set out. When they got near the place where he had beaten him before the Alligator said, "Right here Rabbit beat me."

After he had told him, they reached the place, and, while they were going along a little beyond it, the Alligator said, "If Rabbit had known where to hit me in order to kill me he could have done so. He did not know and so I am alive." "Where does one have to hit you to kill you?" the Gray Squirrel asked the Alligator. "My hip joint is the place on which to hit me. Then when I stop and raise my head, all that is necessary is to hit me on the back of my head. One must do that in order to kill me, but Rabbit did not know it. He hit me in another place and did not kill me."

Now while they were going on Rabbit again picked up a stick he found, turned and ran back to the Alligator and hit him on the hip joint. This stopped him, and when the Alligator threw his head up he hit him upon the back of it and killed him. Then he cut off his tail, impaled it on the stick and took it to the old man.

But the old man said to him, "Pick up a sackful of ants and bring them back." So Rabbit took a sack and started off. He arrived at the Ants' home and said to them, "Many people were saying that the Ants can not fill this sack, but I said it could be filled, and so I have come here to prove it."

When Rabbit told the Ants this they said, "There are many of us here. We can fill that sack." He opened the sack and all of the Ants went in, and then he closed it.

When he brought it back the old man said, "Kill a rattlesnake and bring it to me." He started off again and came to a place where he had noticed a rattlesnake was living. He sharpened a short stick at one end and carried it along. Then Rabbit said to the Rattlesnake, "People were saying, you are of about the length of this stick. 'No, he is a long fellow,' I said to them, and, when they would not believe me, I said, 'Well then, I will go and measure him,' and so I am here."

The Snake answered, "I am not a small fellow." He stretched out, and while he lay there Rabbit began measuring him from the end of his tail toward the bead. But when he got as far as the back of his head with the sharp stick, he stuck it through into the ground and killed him. He took him up and came back with him.

When he brought the body of the Rattlesnake to the old man the latter said, "I do not know what else to ask of you. Come to me." 

So Rabbit went up to the old man and the latter pulled his ears up and down. He stretched his long ears straight up. He slapped one cheek and made it flat. He did the same thing to both, so that both cheeks became flat. This is how Rabbit came to look as he now does.

This is how it is told.

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How Rabbit Brought Fire to the People

Hi dear friends and followers

The last people to be featured in our survey of Native American Legends and Myths were the Croatan, the original inhabitants of the Outer Banks of North Carolina and the Lost Colony of Roanoke.

Today we move on to South Carolina with a selection from the legends of the Creek People, about How Rabbit Brought Fire to the People.

The maps that I include with any legends are not, by any means, intended to make you believe that there were any hard boundaries between Native tribes or Peoples. They believe that they belong to the land and that the land belongs to no one.

Rabbit, as a mythological figure, is a trickster. This status cuts both ways, depending upon who is being tricked and the party telling the story. You will see what I mean when you read this legend. Rabbit is a recurring figure in stories told by multiple Peoples.

How Rabbit Brought Fire to the People

In the beginning there was no fire and the earth was cold. Then the Thunderbirds sent their lightning to a sycamore tree on an island where the Weasels lived. The Weasels were the only ones who had fire and they would not give any of it away.

The people knew that there was fire on the island because they could see smoke coming from the sycamore, but the water was too deep for anyone to cross. When winter came the people suffered so much from the cold that they called a council to find some way of obtaining fire from the Weasels. They invited all the animals who could swim.

"How shall we obtain fire?" the people asked.

Most of the animals were afraid of the Weasels because they were bloodthirsty and ate mice and moles and fish and birds. Rabbit was the only one who was brave enough to try to steal fire from them. "I can run and swim faster than the Weasels," he said. "I am also a good dancer. Every night the Weasels build a big fire and dance around it. Tonight I will swim across and join in the dancing. I will run away with some fire."

He considered the matter for a while and then decided how he would do it. Before the sun set he rubbed his head with pine tar so as to make his hair stand up. Then, as darkness was falling, he swam across to the island.

The Weasels received Rabbit gladly because they had heard of his fame as a dancer. Soon they had a big fire blazing and all began dancing around it. As the Weasels danced, they approached nearer and nearer the fire in the center of the circle. They would bow to the fire and then dance backwards away from it.

When Rabbit entered the dancing circle, the Weasels shouted to him: "Lead us, Rabbit!" He danced ahead of them, coming closer and closer to the fire. He bowed to the fire, bringing his head lower and lower as if he were going to take hold of it. While the Weasels were dancing faster and faster, trying to keep up with him, Rabbit suddenly bowed very low so that the pine tar in his hair caught fire in a flash of flame.

He ran off with his head ablaze, and the angry Weasels pursued him, crying, "Catch him! Catch him! He has stolen our sacred fire! Catch him, and throw him down!"

But Rabbit outran them and plunged into the water, leaving the Weasels on the shore. He swam across the water with the flames still blazing from his hair.

The Weasels now called on the Thunderbirds to make it rain so as to extinguish the fire stolen by Rabbit. For three days rain poured down upon the earth, and the Weasels were sure that no fire was left burning except in their sycamore tree.

Rabbit, however, had built a fire in a hollow tree, and when the rain stopped and the sun shone, he came out and gave fire to all the people. After that whenever it rained, they kept fires in their shelters, and that is how Rabbit brought fire to the people.

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Centeva The Wizard Lady Part 3

Hi dear friends and followers. here we are on Sunday and today I would like to present to you part 3 of the wonderful story Centeva The Wizard Lady. So take five, relax , and have a pleasant read, lots of action. Hope you enjoy it.

Centeva The Wizard Lady Part 3

"We are here, but they cannot see us," Renalde whispered, not knowing how well they might be heard. "Gently approach the horses and see if they fear our presence," he told Centeva.

As they sidled-up to the tethered stallions one broke wind, almost gagging Centeva, whose brief choking sounds drew a moment's attention from everyone in the courtyard. "That was close!" Renalde exclaimed in a tense whisper. "Not as close to you as it was to me!" replied Centeva as she regained her composure.

The guards were inside and not watching the courtyard and the horses seemed none the worse for having passed through the incident, so Centeva and Renalde took full advantage of their invisibility and led them away on the grass, ever so slowly. The first light of dawn illuminated the ruins in the distance, across the plains of tall grass. Centeva stopped and dismounted. She scanned the area for strange movement or object. The last thing she wanted was an ambush after all they had chanced to get this far.

Nothing moved and the air lay still. Climbing back on her mount she thought, "We take many things for granted, but a good horse under me is something I will always be grateful for." She flicked the reins and brought her horse to a gallop across the field, not stopping to even glance if Renalde followed her. Hair flying in the wind, she flew across the field of tall grass, her concentration fixed on getting to the ruins.

Renalde appeared at her side, smiled, and gave her a curt wave. Then he turned and continued galloping across the field.

The ruin was circular in shape with pillared arches. They rode through one of the archways then slowed the horses down to a trot, their hooves clattering on the stone floor hidden beneath some dead, yellowed grass.

"There!" Centeva shouted to Renalde, pointing to an interior stone wall. The area she pointed to was a transparent, glowing archway, exactly as she had dreamed it the night before. As cautiously approached, the blue, glowing archway began to solidify into an arched entry way that would lead to the interior of the inner circular chamber.

The darkness within the chamber slowly yielded to a vaporous blue glow that then lit the interior as brightly as the noon sun, but in pale blue. It showed that the roof was domed, but not constructed of any stone or mortar she had ever seen before. It glowed from its own energy.

Looking back Centeva noticed that the archway through which they had entered had disappeared without a trace. The circular room was large could have easily fit a hundred men. "What was this room," she wondered. Along the wall there was a stairway that spiraled up to the domed roof.

Centeva swung off her horse and motioned for Renalde to do likewise. They would not be needing the horses for a while. That was just as well; they had been ridden hard and needed the rest.

"What are we to do here now?" Renalde asked, a bit puzzled.

"This is the place where we are to find what we need to stop the queen and her armies. These are the ruins of Alcedon," Centeva responded. It is just as I had dreamed. Exactly.

"It may have appeared to be in ruins on the outside. I saw no top left to this structure. It appears to have caved in many years earlier. Isn't that kind of strange?" Renalde queried.

"That's the way it appeared before we entered. But in here, it looks like it was built yesterday, except for the dust," Centeva observed. "I think that the outside of this structure is an illusion. The interior, where we now stand, is real. It was never destroyed, only camouflaged." Centeva concluded.

"But how is all this possible?" Renalde was baffled.

"I do not know the answer to that question. I can only tell you what the dreams reveal to me and what the wizard Omisar told me. The mechanism that drives this magic is a mystery even to Omisar. Come, we need to climb the stairs," she motioned towards the spiral staircase to the dome above.

It glowed with a soft, pale blue color, like the daytime sky. At the top there was a platform that went all around the interior of the round structure. The dome itself proved to be just an illusion or a dome-shaped field of energy that when touched caused Renalde's hand to feel like it was crawling with tiny insects.

"This is not solid like stone, wood, metal, or glass," Renalde declared, quickly removing his hand, as though he had just seen a viperous snake appear out of nowhere.

"I don't believe that it will harm you. I believe its sole purpose is to keep unwanted things out and that which is inside, in. It is like a window that keeps the outside elements out it but keeps the inside elements inside." That was the best Centeva could do to explain it to him.

When Renalde looked out of the dome structure, he could see outside world like one would through a glass window. Then did he grasp some of that Centeva had tried explain to him.

Centeva stopped suddenly, Renalde nearly colliding with her. "What is it?" he asked.

She pointed to an area just below the top edge of the stone wall which ended three feet above the platform upon which they stood. A polished, chest-sized granite box stood against the wall.

Centeva touched the heavy granite cover and immediately it began to hum! As the hum increased in its pitch towards a steady whine, the heavy granite lid began to glow a smoky blue. Then it lifted itself up about two feet above the granite chest and levitated there.

The inside glowed in a warm amber that piqued Centeva's curiosity. As she began to lean forward towards the open chest, Renalde put his hand on her shoulder and asked, "Are you sure that you want to put your arm in there? I don't know if that is safe, my lady." Centeva indicated that she believed that it was.

She reached in, felt around, and brought out what looked a silver rod with a glass knob or crystal on one end. She stood up abruptly and said, "I have what I need, now it is time to go."

She moved briskly for the stairs, again, not looking back to see if Renalde was following. Renalde had become accustomed to her spontaneity and knew to just follow without a second thought.

At the bottom of the stairs she made her way to the horses then stopped and turned to look at Renalde and asked, "Do you know exactly the time of day and place that the queen and her armies are going to meet?"

"My commander was preparing the troops to go out and meet on the field; that would be two days ago. Unless those plans were changed after our escape, the planned attack will be tomorrow at first light.

Centeva had refused the queen's command to starve an entire kingdom by destroying all the farms. Such an act was not, to her, an acceptable way for the queen to gain more land. As it is turning out, Centeva might be the only ant showing up for the picnic to stop the queen.

"Soon it will be dusk and we must ride by night," she told Renalde as she moved to get her horse. Renalde's reflexes were such that he was on her heels, heading for his horse.

They walked the horses out and no sooner had they cleared the portal than it faded until there was no sign it ever existed. Half-way across the stone walkway she looked back at the setting sun, then turned back towards the building and pounded the stone hard with the rod three times. Sparks flew, then the rod lit up a with a silvery glow of its own, like a luminous rod of quicksilver.

Centeva jumped on her horse and left full gallop across the field to the forest below. Renalde followed her into the forest, leaning low to keep from getting knocked off his horse by a low lying tree limb. They rode hard through the night and arrived just before dawn at the location they needed to be to intercept the queen.

Centeva got off her horse and walked to the edge of a bluff overlooking a valley where she could see the lights of the many farming communities that led to another butte-like bluff where the castle of the Odions sat, unconquered since its establishment centuries ago.

She sat cross-legged upon the rock at the edge of the bluff with the quicksilver rod upon her lap. She felt the first early morning breeze brush her cheek and ruffle her long hair. With her eyes closed she took a deep breath and exhaled, then patiently waited.

The bluff she sat on acted like a giant tuning fork, picking up the vibrations from a distance away, so she could feel the pounding hooves of the army's horses before she heard them. As the steady thumping grew stronger beneath her, Centeva stood up and held the rod to the rocky surface of the bluff, the breeze blowing at her tunic. Hundreds of horses ridden by soldiers armed with spears, swords, and bows poured into the valley below from both sides of the bluff where she stood, like swarms of ants.

Centeva slammed the quicksilver rod onto the rocks. There was a loud crackling sound then dead silence. One tiny spark flew up from the crystal knob, then an explosion of bright light. Centeva hung unto the quick silver rod like her life depended on it. She could feel it twisting in her hand as though it had a life of its own, like a living serpent. A pillar of bright light went up into the sky and great thunder clouds formed where none had been a moment ago.

Lightning shot down all around the soldiers below! Horses reared, soldiers fell, some screaming in pain. others running headlong in a panic. The queen's mount reared twice but the queen held her ground and brought the horse back under control.

She withdrew something from her back and pointed it towards Centeva. Centeva jumped reflexively to the side just as a red flame of energy struck the rocks behind where she had been. She stood and walked to the edge of the bluff once more and shouted to the queen, "Madina, if you do not surrender now, you will give me no choice but to decimate this entire area and mow you down."

Madina raised her staff and an instant later a beam of orange light shot out and the rocks where Centeva had stood were completely disintegrated.

A second later the queen turned to look toward the sound of Centeva's voice. Centeva stood on another promontory, just a couple yards away from where the queen had targeted. Madina had no time to react as Centeva brought the rod down upon the rocks once more. 

There was a tremendous explosion, a shock wave that went through the entire interior part of the valley, like a volcano had blown its top. Everything that was standing had been flattened; trees, people and animals, soldiers and queen as well. 

As the farming and rural areas were higher up in the valley, none were affected.

Back at the castle Centeva and Renalde walked hand in hand back down the corridor leading to a certain dungeon cell.

Composed by Cynthia ©

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