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I love poem's ! Here is one from The book (Trail of Tear's) I am about to leave you, and when I am gone and my warning shall no longer be heard or regarded, the craft and avarice of the white man will prevail. Many winters I have breasted the storm, but I am an aged tree, and can stand no longer. My leaves are fallen,my branches are withered,and I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged trunk will be prosstrated,and the foot of the exulting foe of the Indian may be placed upon it with safety; for I leave none who will be able to avenge such an injury. Think not I mourn for myself. I go to join the spirits of my fathers, where age can not come; but my heart fails when I think of my people, who are soon to be scattered and forgotten."


	Runningdeer's Poem's \| home About Me \| My Family \| My Pets \| My Favorites \| My Hobbies \| Favorite Links \| Chris \| Star's \| My Grandmaw! \| I Miss You All ! \| Contact Me I love poem's ! Here is one from The book (Trail of Tear's) I am about to leave you, and when I am gone and my warning shall no longer be heard or regarded, the craft and avarice of the white man will prevail. Many winters I have breasted the storm, but I am an aged tree, and can stand no longer. My leaves are fallen,my branches are withered,and I am shaken by every breeze. Soon my aged trunk will be prosstrated,and the foot of the exulting foe of the Indian may be placed upon it with safety; for I leave none who will be able to avenge such an injury. Think not I mourn for myself. I go to join the spirits of my fathers, where age can not come; but my heart fails when I think of my people, who are soon to be scattered and forgotten."