About the Author Born of Irish and Cherokee parents in 1942 in Indianapolis, Indiana I have lived long enough to watch my dreams be born and live. And others I have cried a million tears over as I watched them die Writing this book is my greatest dream come true! I love sharing my life and heart with those that have walked the same road as I . So I put my heart and soul into giving this piece of my heart to the world. I’m sure there are feelings in this book you have felt at one time or another, but some how couldn’t quite express them. So enjoy and share with those you love. Many thanks, Bonnie Product Description This book can be ordered by calling AuthorHouse''s toll free book order hotline at (888-280-7715).The first pages are Native American poems, written with great love and respect for Native American people as the author is herself descendant of the Cherokee.In this book the reader will find poems and short stories for the whole family to enjoy. Some will make you laugh , some will make you cry and some will touch your heart and soul as you may see yourself in some of the poems. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Spirit In The Wind II Never far apart ..you and I As I sweep ... from Mother Earth to Father Sky For I am The Spirit in the Wind Ancient and wise It is I.. That know your secrets from within As you whisper them I grasp and carry them to The Creator on high For I am his messenger in disguise Upon my breath Brother Eagle soars Across this land from Mother Earth To heavens shores As autumn arrives ...hear my call Watch as the leaves begin to fall In spring my mighty breath the leaves caress.... In summer... Grandfather Sun will warm you As I cool you with a welcome breeze Before winters cold chill cause you to freeze I Am The Spirit In The Wind Sometimes your foe , but more often your friend I carry the sound of Brother Wolf.. As he howls in hunger or anguish at the moon Sometimes I will awaken you from dreams I carry many upon my wings Listen as I join my Wolf brother in his nightly sings Often in the night listen you can hear the distant Loon upon the lake.. As he calls to his mate From long ago.. .listen and know The heart beat of ancient drums as they tell the story of footprints in the snow And the unkindness of long ago Listen close my friend , you cannot catch nor hold me in your grasp I am free For I am Spirit In The Wind