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The Trail Where They Cried

Walking along the trail he thought about days past. They were told they had to leave, but never were they asked. The morning dew was cool as they began the long walk west. When his father said don't look back he knew it was for the best. Leaving his home was hard, he couldn't begin to understand. The place they were going was said to be grassy meadowland. As the days turned into weeks many of his people perished. The hope they felt in the beginning had already vanished. It's impossible to know the horror they were forced to endure. Without John Ross however, they'd have lost more to be sure. There's no doubt they were forced to endure heinous barbarity. However, he walks with head held high because he is Cherokee.

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Date: 3/11/2017 7:25:00 PM
Very nice - enjoyed this very much - congrats!
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Scott Williams
Date: 3/11/2017 9:34:00 PM
Thank you for reading my poem. I really appreciate your feedback.
Date: 3/11/2017 7:00:00 PM
The trail of tears..Congrats on your win Scott
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Date: 3/11/2017 9:31:00 PM
Thanks Joseph for commenting on my work.
Date: 8/30/2015 1:28:00 AM
Sad history thats hard to revisit. Thank u for shedding light on their endurance and will power.
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Date: 8/30/2015 6:23:00 AM
Thank you. The topic means a great deal to me.