TRAIL'S END

He was working in the corn field

he was gathering in the grain

he was shucking out the roasting ears

the day the soldiers came

These soldiers just kept riding

down that dusty Georgia road

and the horses were all stomping

on the land he just had hoed

They came with pointed bayonets

just a cussing and a bragging

then they tied him up, both hands and feet

and throwed hm in the wagon

There were lots of crying babies

and old men with heads all bowed

for in that old and worn out wagon

was a cold and weeping crowd

When they were ordered from their home steads

soldiers wouldn't let them bring a thing

no extra clothes, no cooking pots

there was nothing they could bring

They had the clothes that they were wearing

nothing else that they loved best

all they had was precious memories

for they had to leave the rest

His father was walking, they said, way too slow

he was old and bent andd grey

and when he tripped upon a pine knot

they just shot him where he lay

On down the trail the Creeks were taken

in solomn sad defeat

they were losing homes and families

and all they could do was weep

There was no friends among the soldiers

they were just the dreaded foe

they were beaten, starved and slaughtered

by he white man's awful blow

They beat the little children

who had nothing there to eat

they were crying and unhappy

there were no shoes upon their feet

It was cold out in those wagons

they had not one thing to keep them warm

and they didn't hacve a cover

for when it snowed or if it stormed

It was about a month on down the road

the day was right and sunny

but soon it turned to dark

the soldiers killed his mother

they just shot her through the heart

they took her life because she stumbled

she was old and could not stand

and she never knew the reason

and she never finished up 'the Trail of Tears'

to Oklahoma land

He was working in the corn field

on that dark and horrid day

and they killed him too, upon the trail

because he tried to kneel and pray

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is what happened to the family of my great grand father on the Creek Trail of Tears in Georgia

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Thank you for making history

Thank you for making history come alive, so sad as it may be. You have put human faces on statistics, and called out my compassion. But not my understanding or forgiving.