A century ago, the Cherokee
were pulled through winter to get here.
Frozen and beaten, they huddled
in blankets disguised with disease,
discarded their dead in ditches along the way.
Now, on the Fourth of July,
the town turns out
to wave the country's colors
to each other,
while the old Indians
at the edge of town
huddle together against the chill
at the end of the Trail of Tears.
Last update: 15 July 1998