"Trail of Tears"
On 1813, it was a warm summer day
When we saw the US soldiers marching our way.
They yell at us and herded us like cattle;
Some of us were beaten with a paddle.
Some of us made it through the first week;
A few of us fell and tasted defeat.
The very next day death visited me in my bed.
When it was morning, I was already dead.
Now my spirit is lost on the trail,
When my family wakes up, they will say farewell.
Before the end of the trail, a lot of us died.
That's why it's called the Trail of Tears because we all cried.
Along the trail grows the Cherokee Rose
For every tear shed it prospers and grows.
-CB
The 8th students have been learning about Andrew Jackson and the Trail of Tears in Mrs. Wihebrink's History Class. They had to write a story or poem relating to the Trail of Tears from the point of view of a soldier or Native American. I'd love to showcase one of those writings on our ELA blog.
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