Along the Trail of Tears



Chicasaw . . . Cherokee . . . Choctaw . . .

Muskogee . . . Seminole . . .

names echoing through history,

remnants of once proud, sovereign nations.


Restless spirits walk here among the trees

and along the shores of the mighty Arkansas,

shadowy figures from a time long past.


Footsteps silent in death fall lightly on the path.

Tears bright as stars flow into the waters below

on a sad journey to the distant sea.

Sightless eyes turn ever eastward

to lands and homes long left behind.


A stranger in this shadow-land,

dare I intrude upon their silent vigil?

Yet I am drawn into their presence

eager to know their story, honor their memory,

that their spirits may walk in peace,

knowing they are not forgotten

so long as time remains.

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