War Poem

To my ancestors who I mourn to this day, you all are with us in spirit and heart.

The Trail of Tears was the forced relocation and movement of Native Americans within the United States. In 1838, the Cherokee nation was forced to give up its lands east of the Mississippi River and to migrate to the West. This journey is called the Trail of Tears, because of its terrible effects. An estimated 4,000 out of 15,000 of the Cherokees died.

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This poem was a very nice poem. My ancestors traveled the Trail of Tears.

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Trail Of Tears

© more by Kaylee

Published: December 2018

They walked miles on foot,
Loosing loved ones on the way,
Through grim, dirt and soot,
Traveling night and all day.

Their journey to sorrow and pain,
Left them broken and confused,
Still they walked through sun and rain,
Even as they were killed and abused.

They were kicked out from their place,
Left to travel a dirt road of illness,
Back then they were a disgrace,
Today they are very much missed.

Thinking they will be forgotten,
They walked a road full of fears,
But they were sadly mistaken,
They became the Trail of Tears.

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This poem was a very nice poem. My ancestors traveled the Trail of Tears.

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