This lovely painting of Jean's Tulipcat is by Wynne!

A Place To Call Home
I Am Cheyenne
Oh My Colleen
From Andrew
The Dove's Cry
Ode To Hank
The Doctor Is My Wife
The Diary
Brian
Fly Like The Eagle
More poems by Jean
A Poem by Wynne

A   P l a c e   T o    C a l l   H o m e 




I have in my own mind, what it's supposed to
be.

A place
where I no longer hurt, where peace is one with me.

Home is where
the heart is, its
where you start your life.

It should be filled with
laughter, not overcome with
strife.

A place where people gather, to wish you all the
best.

A bed where you
can lay your head, and put your mind to rest.

I know not if I'll
find it, as I leave my
world behind.

I'm heading for a strange new
land, not sure of what
I'll find.

But I have made my mind up, my future isn't here.


Without my
loving father, whom his love I held so dear.

I have to
find a new life, I
must make it on my own.

the city with it's
culture, Is all I've ever
known.

I head into the future, where
things are not the
same.

The people there are new to me, won't even
know my name.

I am a woman doctor,
I know I face the scorn.

But for every
love I leave behind,
A new one there is born.

I have to find a place called home,
I have this need
inside.

It's like a growing hunger, I can no longer hide.


I have in
my own mind, what it's supposed to be.

A
place where I no longer
hurt, where peace is one with me.



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I   A m
C h e y e n n e
 




The white man
came to ravage


-my home



And
they call me the savage.


I
am Cheyenne



I once was strong and brave



-free



My customs I must save.



I am Cheyenne



The buffalo are dead



-slaughtered



My
children must be fed.


I am
Cheyenne



The winter's cold, we
must survive


-despair



We fight to
keep ourselves alive.


I am
Cheyenne



Spirits hear me when I pray



-for guidance



Lead us back to yesterday.



I am Cheyenne



If we fail our culture will be gone



-traditions



For the children, we
must hold on.


I am Cheyenne



Just let us live
our lives as it should
be

-in Peace



And pass
our customs down for
all to see,

I am Cheyenne



Pray for me,
my home, my family


-in silence



That
in your hearts we
will always be- The Cheyenne.

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O h   M y   C o l l e e n







I am so very proud of you. For all the
things you say and
do.
I
know sometimes I wasn't fair. I tried to hard to show
I care.
It
was so difficult for
me. There were some things I didn't see.

That you were growing up so
fast. I wanted
innocence to last.

But life had made another plan. I knew someday
there'd be a man.
And
you had dreams that
you would be, a woman doctor just like me.

I hope your wishes will come true. And
Andrew takes good
care of you.
I know he loves
you with pure heart. I think I've known that from the
start.
You two will start a brand
new life. You'll be
both doctor and a wife.

And when children bless your home, you know you'll
never be alone.
My wedding
dress now that you
wear, with pretty flowers in your hair.

I'm grateful you were there for me. Oh 'My
Colleen' you'll
always be.


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F r o m   A n d r e w
.....with love





She wants to be
a doctor and thats why I love he so.

She must rush
off to college. I
don't want to let her go.

From the moment I first saw
her, she seemed so
young and frail.
I
knew that I must win her. My attempt must never fail.


She smiled so very
sweetly and gave a little wink.

I stumbled,
lost my footing-'Oh
what must that girl think?'

To prove I'm not a failure, of
the man I want to be,


I have to make her notice that her heart
belongs to me.

I can not
even imagine a future all alone.


I want a wife, a
family, and a place to call my own.

But we
wan't to be doctors. Oh
what will our life be?

As I give her all my heart
and soul, and she
gives hers to me.

I know I can't go on at all, without her in my
life.

So
I'll ask Colleen to marry me, I'll take her for my
wife.

And now we help each
other as we cure the ill and sick.

Working out together
every problem, thats
the trick.

I've never been so satisfied. My life
is quite serene.


Since I found my life, my love, my wife-my sweetheart
'Dear Colleen'.



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T h e
D o v e ' s   C r y.........Sully my love






When I first left the
city and came out here on my own,

who could have seen
it coming. Who would
have ever known.

I'd meet someone like Sully, a man so strong, so
true.

And out of
simple kindness a loving friendship grew.

We've
shared so much together,
now Colorado is my home.

I've found my life with my new friends.
A peace I've never
known.
I watch the
evening shadows fall across the land.

I love
the feel of Sully's
touch as he softly strokes my hand.

It fills my life with
wonder, joy overcomes the
strain.

When I come home to Sully, in his arms I'm
calm again.

And when
I'm feeling lonely, soft tears are in my eye,

I hear
the distant dove
call and I know my Sully's by.

I treasure every
moment my Sully spends
with me.

I long for him when he is gone, when
his smile I can not
see.
But
as long as there are doves and I hear their soft,
sweet calls,
In my
mind I drift to our
place where the gentle water falls.

My days are often torrent
and my clinic keeps
me bound.

But the time that I am put at ease, is when I
hear this sound.

Sully is my
special friend, my one, my own true love.

That's
why I feel a special
bond at the crying of the dove.



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O d e   T o   H a n k
   







I'm your bar tender - 'Hank's' the
name.


I like women n' whisky. Poker's my game.


Don't
worry much whether folks see my side.


What you see's what
you get. Ain't got nothin to hide.

Got me a saloon,
sell my whisky by the
shot.

That's my life. It's all I got.



Don't think much bout the
future and don't
really care.

Got me a good business, gonna live my
life out there.

I got
plenty of women, but none are my own.


I been fendin for
myself before I was grown.

Sure, I
got a heart. Don't
want no one to see.

It can be broken
so I choose to be
free.

Don't need me no wife
to be talkin' a lot.


I'm happy with my life and
all that I got.


Got a son named Zack, tried to
keep him hid.


Sent him off to school, best thing I ever did.



Couldn't raise that boy, I ain't no fool.



He's better off bein in that school.



Tendin bar's all I've ever known.



Don't need no other trade - I'm best on my own.


But I bleed when
I'm cut. Ya, I feel the pain.

I
ain't lettin no woman
hurt me again.

Zack's
ma, was the love in my
life.

If she'da
lived, I'da made her my
wife.

Myra and me had
somthin real great.


But she took off with
Horace and now it's too
late.

Michaela's too much of a lady for me.



Got her head in the clouds, she's too blind-she
can't see.

I have feelins for
her, once and a while.

But
that Boston raised
woman just ain't my style.

So guess I'm a
loner, but that suits me
good.

Don't care bout tomorrow, don't
know that I should.


I guy like me manages - keeps goin on.


I'll
still be around when the rest of em's gone.


I'm tough, got a
temper-down right nasty they say.

But I think
it's better to keep it
that way.

So come in and see
me, I'll pour you a
shot.

Check out my women and see
what I got.


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D o c t o r   I s   M y   W i f e
 



Sometimes I wake up early and I see you lyin there.


The sunlight from
the window shines golden on your hair.

I can't believe you
love me cause I love
you so much.

You got a stubborn streak but you got a
gentle touch.

I've
seen the way you care 'bout the people that you meet.

The
Indians that you try to
help, the patients that you treat.

It musta' 'been a miracle
that sent you to the
west.

Cause when I saw that long, brown hair-you
put me to the test.

I've had a wife
and lost a child, I thought I'd stay alone.

But now
I've got a family, I've
built them all a home.

Sometimes I bring you
trouble, sometimes I
bring you pain.

But we keep on gettin closer and I know that
you'll remain.

You love your
Sunday picnics and you made me take to dancin'.

I remember how you
trembled when I showed you
some romancin'.
I
taught you that kissin' and touchin' ain't so bad.


We started out
real slowly but now I know you're glad.

I offer you my
holdin' when you're
not feelin' good.

I give support and offer love
the way a husband
should.

And when we're not together I see you in my
mind.

We are now as
one spirit-that tie will ever bind.

It
seems we are so
different but we really are the same.

I don't have to
wear a ring and you
don't take my name.

I'll always take good care of
you-protect you with my
life.

Cause this woman that I really love-the doctor, is my
wife.

So as I see you
sleepin', so peaceful by my side,

I have to
take you in my
arms-my feelins' I can't hide.

You're my heartsong
Michaela-I have to be
with you.

You're the reason for my livin' now-who I
am and all I do.
...........your Sully.

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T h e
'D i a r y'
  



My final
year of college, one paper left to write.


Set out to find a
topic, one cold and wintery night.

Stopped off
at the library,
nothing caught my eye.

Then I thought about
my grandmother's and
thought I'd wander by.

Her attic was a mystery, filled with many things.


Feathered hats
and laced up shoes, old necklaces and rings.

But in the corner
stashed away, was a very
dusty book.

So I thought it might be something good, so I
stooped to take a
look.
'My Diary', on the
front of it, led me to ponder in.

And the
first words written in
it, were "Where do I begin?.

This story is of my own life
and how I soon became,


A busy woman doctor-Michaela is my name.


I left my
Boston mansion and travelled to the west.

The
trip was very long and
cold, the transportation-not the best.

But I had made my mind up, I was
going to start out
new.

My family couldn't understand, there was nothing they
could do.
On the
day that I arrived, I
wasn't welcomed in.

'A lady doctor-not
for us! Oh that would
be a sin.'

Everything was new to me, the
Reverend was unsure.

They
wanted me to go away, the prejudice I did endure.

And
when I fell face in the
mud, I looked up with despair.

Across a field with native
folk, a strange man I
saw there.

He'd caught my eye but never knew, he'd come to
be my friend.
The
real true one I could
count on, until the very end.

As time went by they
came to trust, this
doctor from the east.

Who left the best to come out west, not fit
for man nor beast.

But not alone,
long would I stay, three children left to me.

By Charlotte
who had been my
friend, she passed away you see.

Matthew, Colleen and little Brian, we'd
be a family.

And
as the days of untrust passed, patients I'd finally
see.
I'd
see the war the white
man waged, I'd learn of famine and of hate.

I still regret my helplessness, as
lives were left to
fate.

I learned of medicine not known, by all the folk
back home.

And as Cloud
Dancing taught me well, our friendship it had grown.

I followed many Indian
ways, and Sully taught
me love.

His call I came to know quite well, the sound
like a sweet dove.

It wasn't easy and
times were rough, I did things you can't believe.

But I survived and found a
home, I knew I'd
never leave.

Sully and I became as one, we married-a
family are we.

A baby
soon-sweet Katie girl, the future looked good to me.

I write
this diary for all who
seek, to make their dreams come true.

For out of pride and prejudice, I
managed to get through.

My
life's become a testiment, to women everywhere.

And
even though you have
to fight, you'll surely make it there.

Don't give up on your hopes,
your dreams-fight
for your beliefs.

For all that you stand to gain, it will make up for
all your griefs."

I set the diary
slowly down, and thought of what I'd read.

And dreamed of
what it must have
been-what kind of life she led.

Funny, that this book for me, I could not
begin.


I am to be a woman doctor, just like Michaela Quinn.


She's given me
strength and hope and pride-the future looks good for
me.
She paved the path and cleared
the way, for what I
want to be.


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B r i a n
 




My name is Brian. I'm just a
boy.


I've had some sorrow and I've had
some joy.


I was so young when my ma died.


I
just remember that I cried.







But Dr. Mike took care of me.



She helped me through and made me
see.


That I could love another ma.



She married Sully, now he's my pa.







I have a sister and a brother.



Now Katies' come, there is another.



I have a family, I'm glad.



With them I know I won't be sad.







I like my school,
it's painted red.


They built it while I
was in bed.


I jumped out of a real
big tree.


It hurt my head, I
couldn't see.







But Ma, she fixed me
up real good.

I want
to fly, I wish I
could.


But they say man,
ain't meant to fly.


It's my own dream, I
have to try.







I do my chores good every day.


I
like to fish with Mr. Bray.



He gives me candy from his store.


He
likes me better than before.







Sometimes we like to sit and talk.



Or on nice days we'll take a walk.



I wake up happy on the day,



Sully and I go out to stay.







On huntin' trips he
teaches me,


To keep the land as it
should be.


Wild and free for all to
love.


He makes a sound just
like a dove.






That way
no one will know he's
there.

The soldiers
kill, they do not care.


Cloud Dancin lost
his wife and family.


I wish that I could make
them see.






The Indian
wants to be alone.


A future for
them is still
unknown.

I'll
help the Indian all I
can.


And when I grow to
be a man.







I'll still learn to make man fly.



And keep the peace, I'll have to try.



I love my Colorado home.



When I am there I'm not alone.            by: Brian
Cooper.



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F l y
L i k e   T h e   E a g l e   .........my little one.
            

Fly
like the eagle my
little one, But return to me when day is done.

Spread your wings, soar high
and free. Show your
feathers for all to see.





I want to keep you from harms way.But you
must prove yourself
today.
You have this dream
that man can fly, and in your heart you have to try.





The dreams
of children grow to
be, a wonder for us all to see.

I try to stop you but I fail. You've
built your wings,
you will prevail.





I've suffered pain from your
great fall, I understand
you've heard the call.
I almost
lost you then, and now, to keep you safe, I don't know
how.





Oh Brian how can
I stop this quest? You give my heart no time to rest.

I can not stop you from your
goal. I feel it
burning in your soul.





No one can tell you it's
not real. I know I
made my choice to heal.

And just like me, you take a stand. Thats how I
came to this great
land.





Stand back and watch is now my choice. I know you hear
that tiny voice.
As I did too,
it pleads 'go on'.
'Act now before you're chance is gone'.





We all find reasons
to believe. Our own
dreams we must not deceive.

And maybe one day when you're done, You'll fly like
the eagle, my little
one.

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