Image from: http://www.nativeamericans.com/TrailofTears2.htm

This was was written for Read Write Poem Prompt #31 – Write a poem where you are being told a story. Enjoy.

-Nicole

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mama
said, your
grandpa died fighting

he
walked the
nunna daul isunyi*

he
waited for
that one moment

when
there were
no soldiers watching

and
he ran
and he ran

he
never did
throw a punch

but
your grandpa
went down fighting

he
would not
go to Oklahoma

so
he ran -
they shot him

Written 6/13/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

*”Nunna daul Isunyi” means “the Trail Where They Cried” in Cherokee.

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