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 © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
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