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Oklahoma's Red Soil

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0 posted 07-14-99 04:49 PM       View Profile for Tim   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Tim

O' Trail of Tears, thou cast a cloud of shame
In Choctaw blood, upon the white man's name,
Eighteen-thirty, in the year of our Lord
The proud Choctaw people died not by the sword,
But greed and deception, the white man's way
Led to destruction, no words can convey
Loss of a nation once mighty and proud,
Forced in a death march no mercy allowed,
Women and children, fell dead by the side.
The year of our Lord? How many hath died?

Little Dancing Rabbit Creek; fore'er
Shall history revile thee, as was there
The Chiefs of the Choctaw Nation had came,
Were promised lush forests, lands full of game,
As long as grass grows and water doth flow,
So Jackson promised to force them to go.
The Chiefs and the warriors, leading their tribe
On paper that talked, their marks did inscribe.
Five Civilized Nations, all had became.
Civilization, what horror thy name.

Seminole, Chickasaw, Cherokee, Creek,
Joined Choctaw brethren a new home to seek,
Commenced Tear's Trail, toward setting sun,
To land called "Red Man", the shame had begun.
Manifest Destiny, God doth decree,
Onward and westward, the land of the free.
To Oklahoma, the Choctaw were led,
Alkali pits, land barren and dead,
The Choctaws they mourned, as the earth turned red,
By tears of their blood, they wept for their dead.

[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 07-14-99).]
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1 posted 07-14-99 04:54 PM       View Profile for wayoutwalt   Email wayoutwalt   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for wayoutwalt

i like this one you hit your point hard delivered a bit of embarrassing history with talent thanx... walt
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2 posted 07-14-99 05:01 PM       View Profile for elvira   Email elvira   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for elvira

lovely poem, sad yet true, looking forward to more postings from you

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3 posted 07-14-99 05:12 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

This really tugged, nay, clawed at my heart. Lover of all things "natural", you did a fine job and I would be hard pressed to not believe you have some Indian blood in you, although be it generations removed, as have I. Good job, Tim. I look forward to reading more, as we have more than poetry in common.


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Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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4 posted 07-14-99 08:39 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

The shame should never be forgotten.......
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5 posted 07-14-99 10:56 PM       View Profile for Tim   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tim

Thank you for the comments...
Sunshine, we probably have more in common than you realize... but no Indian blood,
my aunt by marriage was Cherokee and talked of the Trail of Tears...
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6 posted 07-15-99 10:18 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

a sad event in our history
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7 posted 08-14-99 01:59 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

A wonderfully written poem about this event in our history. I had to write a paper about it once and read up on it. The Indians were so civilized at this time that they dressed as their white brethren. They were forced to give up their homes, their businesses, their lives on this stupid march to Oklahoma. One night as many of them slept outside on the ground, it snowed. Many of them were dead, frozen, never to rise up and walk again!

Thank you for bringing this event to life in such a poetic way! (and yes, I have noted you have several styles of writing!)
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8 posted 08-14-99 02:11 PM       View Profile for Tara Simms   Email Tara Simms   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Tara Simms's Home Page   View IP for Tara Simms

I'm from Oklahoma, I loved the poem!

Just a bit of info here: Sallisaw, OK is along the Trail of Tears. There are small rocks, called Rose Rocks, that form in the shape of a rose. They are red (the color of the okla soil). Legend has it that the rose rock is formed from the tears of the maidens as they weeped and the color is derived from the blood of the warriors that died.
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9 posted 08-14-99 02:58 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Double what Tara has said ~ I'm an Oklahoman! I so love Oklahoma!

Quoted from the state song:

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.

The Indians' history is a fascinating one, and pity those who had to tread the Trail of the Tears. Part of the Indian heritage has made Oklahoma a proud state. I have collected a few Rose Rocks myself..... most beautiful rocks I've ever seen.


We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say--Yeeow! A-yip-i-o-ee ay!
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma--O.K.

[This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 08-14-99).]
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10 posted 08-14-99 07:28 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Tim - I absolutely love this one better than all of your others - Have I said that about any other ones??? Probably.... I want to do some historical poetry myself - and this is just the type of work I have in mind - just different subject matter - Have I said that this is exceptional????
I'm very pleased that this poem was brought back up today - So that I was reminded to read it - 'Twas on my list, Tim.... where ever my list is....

Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done:
For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits,
Than I am sure I have in my whole five.
~ 1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75

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11 posted 08-14-99 09:04 PM       View Profile for Tim   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tim

Thank you for the kind comments.
My history degree did little to help my professional career, but I have never regretted obtaining it.
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