Florida's Foreverly Shores
Cold The Winds Did Blow
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
Cold the winds did blow
on the Trail Of Tears.
The tears froze on the faces
of the ones I hold so dear.
Across the plains herded
cold, hungry and wet.
Cruelty awaiting the slowing
of their step.
From the homes that they had known
to a land so far away,
a sad remembrance
to our heritage today.
How could the men who led this nation
have possibly understood?
How could they have dictated
that this journey be withstood?
Thoughtless men with hearts of stone
sent the Cherokee on their way ...
to a death they surely knew was coming
along the Trail Of Tears that day.
If this is the heart of America
then, please, spare me the applause,
for the leaders of the country
who my peoples demise they did cause.
Write the history books
and do not change the facts.
You can't undo the Trail Of Tears ...
you can't bring my ancestors back.
You can give them back the land
you took from them in shame.
You can cry out your atonement
but you can't undo the shame.
*For Elizabeth ... and for my heritage.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~