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| Down Her Trail of Life by � eaglespirits02 She said�. `Take my wrinkled hand as I lead you down my trail of life I'll start here on my Indian land where my people once lived This is where the Red earth was ours The buffalo roamed the hillsides The children played down in the valley My Tribe lived in Teepees in a circle Around those large shade trees On top of that hill over there is the Sacred burial ground Where my older Ancestors stayed until their souls Left with the Spirits that came for them Now we can walk down this dark trail Many of my people died while walking While struggling through the deep snow Forced by the white eyes That rode their many horses Carrying their Flags that blew in our faces My people would drop dead one by one They were left for the buzzards Their souls I could see drifting slowly in the sky Beautiful silhouettes shining in the unheated sun This is as far as I can take you This is the end of my trail of life I died in this very spot that my spirit stands on I will wait for you when it's your time To take your journey to the Great Beyond Then you can take my wrinkled hand as I lead you Down my new trail of life" Anne Leach |
