White men drove them from their homeland

where they lived in joy and peace

into perils few could withstand

as they watched their tribes descend

All along the journey westward

they lost many to disease.

Trudging on ,

 their sore feet restored

in the distant chilling breeze.

Baby voices still remind them

of the graves along the way;

mothers,

 father left behind them

under sun baked mounds of clay.

Finally the reservation…

soon a single sign appears

leading to a destination-

a lot of white men call it a “Trail of Tears.”