Nashville Christmas-1779
Scots-Irish borderers, devout, austere—
With Anglo-Saxons—made their rugged route
West from Watauga, in the chilliest year
Marked in history. Five hundred miles out
Across Kentucky , down to “Tanase”
They trekked with horses, cattle, sheep.
James Robertson led forth this odyssey
That halted opposite where bluffs of steep
And craggy cedar-guarded limestone, rose
Above the Cumberland…a river iced and white,
That Christmas Day when ever rivers froze.
And when the cliff-side landmark loomed in sight
The cavalcade traversed the water’s frigid span.
Then, in their lean-to’s. praised the Son of Man.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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