Where I’m From Perspective Poems The Trail of Tears Based on True accounts of family members of native Americans who experienced the long and torturous walk.
Written by Mrs. Oqueli’s 7th Grade Avid Class
The Journey:
According to the Cherokee Nation Resource Center, an estimated 4,000 Native Americans died on the Trail of Tears from hunger, exposure and disease. The journey became a cultural memory as the "trail where they cried" for the Cherokees and other removed tribes. Today it is widely remembered by the general public as the "Trail of Tears". The Oklahoma chapter of the Trail of Tears Association has begun the task of marking the graves of Trail survivors with bronze memorials.
Where I’m from By: Gracie Abalos In perspective of: Carnes, Solomon I’m from the city in the forest, I’m from hard work and singing, I’m from hard floors and beatings, From mom’s home cooked buffalo, From the long journeys from there to here, I’m from losing loved ones, I’m from the big oak tree, I’m from the disheartening life
Where I’m from Poem The Fort By: Riley Barger I’m from watching white settlers trying to Take my land. I’m from building a fort so the settlers would Not get into our land. I’m from watching people look Over the fort. I’m from working hard so that the Fort could be built. I’m from being in command so that They wouldn’t take our land. I’m from watching them change the name From hunt to Abrams hill.
WHERE IM FROM By: Kaci Botkins I’m from the little towns From working outside I’m from my papa Frank From my father dying young I’m from the Sunnyside School From my little sister To finding my parents I’m from the white settlers Trying to take my land I am from 1861 Back in the day
“Where I’m from” By: Janice Cochran
I am from guns, From guards and being hunted, I am from the blood And murder. It felt wrong, I am from clans The grass Tall and green. I am from I am from dancing and Recipes. From mother and
Father, And long hot days. I am from cleaning And sweat. From “have high goals my son.” From Cherokee. I am from my tribe, Corn and potatoes. And the deep lakes. I am from hope in myself.
Trail Of Tears Alexander, Jobe Where I’m from By: Gavin Cook I am from Indians And long walks From full blood Indians And family Also from Indian Territory I am from rituals And people that I care about And the people that care about me And the loved ones that I lost
Where I’m from Agnew, Mary Cobb By: Jade Cummings I am from people dying all around me From mom and dad to strangers I don’t know I am from boats and land From an unfair world I am from the dirt beneath my feet From black and brown
Where I’m From Mary Payne By: Alexis Green I’m am from deceased family members, From tears, And broken hearts. Hiding the past. I’m from people of sorrow, And from my dads pain, And heartache. I am from the next generation of the trail of tears. Where I’m From Bird Doublehead By: Ian Horner I am from the calm beaches in Georgia From the grueling trip to Arkansas From the welcoming settlement From the wonderful marriage I am from the South East From the hot days From the cool beaches I am from a trail of pain From the tears shed From the lives lost I am from the losses of my tribe From the friends I have lost I was from a wonderful place in Arkansas I am from the trail of pain
Where I’m From By: Nathan Hussey I am from Going-Lake District, Indian Territory, And Cherokee Nation. From March 10th, 1854, and May 3, 1938. I am from the place where Indians roam freely. Where people are suffering to survive due to the people who take our land. It looked like we were going to be punished for nothing. I am now from nowhere where sadness grows every day. The people we saved in war are now turning on us. Cause they seem to love money more than their saviors. I’m from the place they call death where you know it’s almost your time.
Trail of tears . J. W. Stephens By Shelbee Justice
The trail of tears So sad and dark I know Leaving families behind Dark men and women Making us go Letting our hearts break Listening to the rip like soft music That was where I am from. But now on this long walk I can grow When I reach my destination I can say The trail of tears is where I’m from
When they ask I was a lasting survivor Leaving my family behind I am still from the fire glowing and the hunt of prey I am still from the colors and the grey And the old dried fresh clay No more from the pain hurt and slave I will forgive the demons they carried Because That is where I’m from
Where I’m from By: Matthew Odom I’m from Georgia I’m from hard working non stop I’m at a place where I don’t get paid I still feel the colors and grey and fresh grey clay I’m from bad people and poor homes that’s where I’m from
Where I’m From By: Nathan Plumb I am from the sorrows of a trail, The cries of children fill the air. I’m just waiting for death But I should save my breath. For I have a long journey. To a place we know of not But we must trot on. We save the newcomers, They push us away. For money sickens the mind, Of man.
Where I’m From Whitmire, Eliza By: Jorja Potts I’m from Georgia Slavery to moving, I’m from a farm Civil war to being born a slave, I’m from suffering Horror to unfortunate, I’m from Indians Greedy horses to Pillage the Indians’ homes I’m from the trail of tears
Where I’m From C. B. Harris By: Makenzie Proctor I’m from the Cherokees and Indians From full bloods and half bloods I’m from families And routes From trails And pursuits I’m from the nobody And the somebody I’m from screaming And crying And death I am the Trail of Tears
Where I’m From Trail of Tears By: Shannon Sullivan Long, hard, tiring, and painful These words describe The trail of tears, Many people died Some of starvation and some of disease One whole year of traveling and suffering Then finally the long trip was at its end.