The Great Spirit kept watch from above
As his children were gathered from their homes
Taken prisoner by an foreign invader
Made to walk the Trail of Tears hundreds of miles
Taken from their homes and lands
In the early winter
When cold and snow lay all around
The Great Spirit watched disguised as eagle, hawk, and owl
Many of his children were taken
To the Happy Hunting Ground
The stronger ones mourned their loss
The Trail of Tears became a river
And so that his children would never forget
The Great Spirit gathered all of the tears
Created lakes, ponds, streams, and rivers
Made the new land rich in water
Oklahoma, new land of the Great Spirit’s children,
Apache, Arapahoe, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Comanche, Creek,
Biloxi, Okmulgee, Pawnee, Seminole, Shawnee, Wyandotte,
And many more tribes of America
As you drive across Oklahoma
The amount of water is staggering
The Trail of Tears made as lakes, rivers, ponds, and streams
Created for his children by the Great Spirit.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace,
Dan
Love your poem. It says so much about a forgotten people and shows the compassionate side of the beautiful person that you are. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Love, Christine
Be always safe,
Karen