I Turned the Page To You

.........no longer free
to laugh in the sun
play in the river,
or dream upon the stars
hardship is all you know..........
I see you looking back at me behind seeing eyes, you wonder
if I hear you; though history only gave you one page to look into my soul.
I feel your thoughts.........your blanket, wrapped tightly,
shields you from the evening chill, as fall approaches,
your friends and family sick, tired, starving and hurried
by countless attacks from various Tribes of the Sioux Nation
.........as you struggle towards Mankato.
I dreamed........
I shared your laughter
splashed water at you
and found our lucky star
now, the page has turned,
where are you............ *Tribute to the brave citizens of New Ulm, Minnesota, who successfully repelled, with help from assorted small militias, a determined attack led by Chiefs Mankato, Wabasha and Big Eagle and their braves totaling about 650 warriors...they were outnumbered 3/1. After the battle, the townsfolk fled to (present day) Mankato.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Ashley-Garn Avatar
July 16, 2009 at 12:22 AM
this is a very interesting and beautiful poem james! great write! keep on going cuz it will take you far!! Ciara=)
Bird Avatar
July 13, 2009 at 1:37 PM
Beautiful and moving tribute James! Interesting form that holds the effect of your words. Thank you kindly for your warm comments, always appreciated.
Chircop Avatar
July 12, 2009 at 10:03 PM
Hey Jim,great tribute,one of a kind-great write--charma
Adeite Avatar
July 12, 2009 at 1:10 PM
Hey great tribute to those who stood for justice. I do appreciate your kind comments. I was humbled by those comments. Please check your soupmail. One love bro. Adeleke
Kendrick Avatar
July 12, 2009 at 12:52 PM
Nice verse. Sara
Richards Avatar
July 12, 2009 at 12:24 PM
My husband was born in Minnesota...we have so much family there still, (Anoka)...but this is the first I've heard of that part of Minnesota's history...very interesting and enlightening!!
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