The Cherokee folklore describes these mountains by the flight of an eagle. Each time the holy eagle flapped her wings down, a valley was formed, and when the eagle flapped her wings up there was a mountain born. Finally, when the eagle finished her flight, the Cherokee valleys and mountains came into existence

Blind me - I still can sing - Banish - my mandolin Strikes true within - Slay- and my soul shall rise Chanting to paradise - Still thine.

-Emily Dickinson (1945)