As brothers and sisters, myself, FIN,mimi,kavika and many others we look out over the hill.
We listen with heavy hearts as the wide and deep valley is silent and deathly still.
We wait, look and listen watching for a familiar shadow through that valley to come.
In remorse we wait and watch for that brother Waya Adanvdo DC with loud peace chant banging on that big drum.
As we watch and wait our minds and hearts go back to a time when we gathered in the lodge around the council fires and words of wisdom from Waya would flow
Touching our hearts and opening our eyes as we sat next to the fire's glow
Waya was and is more than a poet he is a true Cherokee warrior and man
from issues of broken treaties to the useless slaughter of the Wolf Waya was not afraid to take a stand.
When the UNA went to war in jest on the vine against the broken treaties of the white man
Waya was the first in line beating on that damn big drum to take back Native American land
When a fellow Viner or Lodge member was going through heart break or loss
Waya was there to lift them up no matter the cost.
The peace and harmony that Waya carries with him with in,
is only a start of the story about this special brother, fellow Cherokee I consider a true friend.
You know all the articles, poems and stories he has written, he always tried his best to keep everything positive.
That is just the way he believes as he told me once negativity has nothing to give.
Waya we know that there are things that you are attending to in your life,
and though you wouldn’t want us to worry about you we understand your pain and your strife.
So we your brothers and sisters will remain looking out across that valley waiting for your return whenever that may be
till then we say E-jew-lah Guh-gay-yew-ee Nee-hee which is “We love you” in the tongue of the Cherokee.
Peace my brother Waya
Agayvli Awanita (Old young deer)