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Indian Nation
I hear the sound of a distant drum
i could`nt tell from where it come.
It was singing a song of a nation
long gone,the american indian,
where had they gone.
Once a mighty nation about a
million strong locked up on a
reservation looking at times gone.
Now they wear feathers and gowns
as the white man drives through
their towns.
Buying trinkets they have made,i know
the old ones turn over in their graves.
Once a mighty nation in years of old
they traded guns and they traded gold.
What happened to that mighty nation
and why are we in celebration...
Would this poem written about Cherokee, North Carolina?
And this part Now they wear feathers and gowns
Chief Henry? I work in Cherokee, NC. and I saw you live inn tenn. so this is cool. I live in Western North Carolina. I have been writing poetry since 1995. stop by and read some of my poems on postpoems and tell me how you like them. thanks!
Good, good poem. I love native americans. I think that their culture is very interesting.