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I live not far from the trail of tears....
off on a distant hill,
At least some of them got away,
and their descendants reside here still...
The path they were forced to travel
left many along the way......
unable to go on with the others,
so many died each day.
Teardrops drenched the trail they trod...
for sorrow was in their hearts...
some escaped into the hills,
and made a brand new start.
I'm glad the Indian's blood I have
was brave enough to try.
I strongly feel it in my veins,
and praise the Spirit in the sky....
For proud we stand, though we were shamed....
an Indian, still am I...
No one can take that privilege from me,
and I strongly stand with pride!
© Denise Lanford
~2003~
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Creations From The Heart
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Graphics by Donna
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