
Four thousand died
more than a hundred years ago.
Forced to leave their homes
and their land.
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Rich soil, fertile land
It was home to the three sisters.
Corn, beans, and squash

The land their people had lived on
for over three thousand years.

Home of the river cane.
The land they cared for and that fed them.
The land they loved.

Sixteen thousand men, women, and children left on foot.
They forced them west eight hundred miles
from Georgia through Tennesse
all the way to Oklahoma.
A trail of tears marks the road they traveled.
Four thousand died more than a hundred years ago.




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My maternal granddaddy was a Cherokee Indian, and lived to age 110.
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for the people
who followed
this trail
congrats!
You have captured is beautifully through both your pictures and your poem, Anne Marie.
Your photo/poem collaboration is a bittersweet reminder of humankind.