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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores 
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Nunna daul Tsuny ~Marge Tindal~ 1999 The Trail Where They Cried, so plain to see, the tears that have fallen from the eyes of the Great Cherokee. A chasm so deep it cannot be bridged. The tears make mighty rivers flowing through the ridge. A land once so bountiful, now covered with my people's tears. Overcome with grief for far too many years. The crying of the Cherokee heard through the ages. Their wails fill the night with such sad history pages. Nunna daul Tsuny, The Trail Where They Cried... oh, Great Spirit wipe the tears from these eyes. Not so I'll forget, for that could never be, but so I can see the pride of the Great Cherokee. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Marge, Good one, enjoyed the read. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I second Seymore |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour-I am pleased that you enjoyed it. Hoot-U2 ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very touching, Marge, I too enjoyed this! ------------------ Denise |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Thank you, Denise. Your comments are always welcomed. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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