The tears they cried never dried they just froze on their face. Their body's ache every step they would take, the American Indians was loosing their space.

As they traveled on they knew they were alone, their one ray of hope would soon be gone, the tired and sick began to fall, from lack of food to eat. Lonely cries filled the air, their bodies numbed from lack of heat.

The old went first, and then the young, just lost the will to live. They had no meat, they wore rags on their feet, they gave all they had to give.

It took a month to cross the ice-choked river, 100 and 11 drowned. The great removal met with Andrew Jackson's approval, and the American Natives lost another round.

The Trail Of Tears was a fatal one, Mother's gave up their babies, and father's weaped for their dying son.

Cholera broke out they had raw feet from walking that horrible trail. The winter snow, oh, how the winds did blow, as on they marched into that hell.

You could hear them weap, their cries were loud. But the Chocotaw, Chickasaw, Seminoles, Creek, and Cherokee all did their tribes proud.

Their religions sustained some on that 6 month ordeal, but left their spirits dim. And it broke their heart, from the start, where was their God when they needed him?

They said the ones that died were the lucky ones, on that 1000 mile march into history on that trail. Graves were dug along the trail, and then covered with snow they were left where they fell.

They were promised land that belonged to them from the day they were born. But the guaranteed land was taken away by the white man, and the scorched earth they were given wouldn't grow corn.

Broken dreams and generations of schemes is what brought this great culture down to where it is today. Few white people know of the journey that those brave souls took on the Trail Of Tears and the government is still hoping that it will just go away.

We do not teach the history of the Native American and the way they were treated in our schools today. The Trail Of Tears is not taught in the history class and after a hundred years or so their memory still has not faded away

Ned & Nita

Nunn

2001