Ishi-- Last Of A Tribe

Written by: Carrie Richards

Emerging from gold lands far and near Skin and bones through windswept loam Thick with thistles, confusion and fear A river on his back, and a cloak of home Draped across shoulders in a world unknown Tears ran rivulets on the white man's ground Drenched with forgiveness, from a crying sun And the eyes of a Yahi, from a tribe now gone
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