A Walk Along the Suwannee

Yesterday I took a walk along the Suwannee
Ye great river that bends into shallow swamps and deep crystal springs
Stumps of old live oaks speak to the cypress knee
And tell the story of the warrior Osceola, the most honourable of the Seminole kings
The ferns told me of his many feats, and his Native American pride
The story of a failed war so bravely fought
Willows whisper to the tales of the many who died
Massacred by the government, neglected… taunted
And the Earth tells the tale of Native greats
On the banks of the Suwannee
Were so many met their fate