Trail of Tears

The forest outside my window
Belongs to only me 
Two hundred years ago and more
'Twas land of Cherokee

The Trail of Tears was started here
And ended far away
Families marched and three thousand died
It began here one day

Now and again the mountain sighs
As the breeze stirs no leaves
The wildlife pauses, makes no sound
As the entire mountain grieves

Though that was long before my time
Often I feel the shame
That greed could push this race of mine
To kill and pass the blame

So I will care for this small plot
As I believe they would
And say I'm sorry to the dead -
I'd change it if I could


Septemmber 2, 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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September 18, 2016 at 1:46 AM
Larry, Congratulations on your sweet win. Thank you so much for the support. Stop by my blog "CERTIFYING OLD AGE (and a baby)" if you'd like. Always & Forever..... LINDA
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September 18, 2016 at 9:10 AM
Thank you, Linda, and thanks for the placement..Larry
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September 7, 2016 at 3:03 PM
I am ashamed that we live on their land and still they must fight for what is rightfully theirs.
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September 7, 2016 at 9:05 AM
My sons brought me to the Blythes Ferry Memorial several months ago up in Tennessee which is a beautiful tribute to all the Indians from the Trail of Tears…..nice tribute write to them Larry!:)
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September 14, 2016 at 1:55 PM
Thank you, Cheryl. I lived in Georgia just below the Murphy, North Carolina, gathering point where the trail of tears started toward Tenn....sad period in our history
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