'Nothings Really Changed' Poem by Linda Winchell

There sits an old log cabin in the woods
A landmark to those who lived some, one hundered years ago.
And headstones marking two small graves
Both burried in God's green earth below.

On one was carved, ' Bethie Ann'
Age four seems when she died.
There next to her lay her mother, 'May'
Passed of, 'Small Pox ', it said
At the age of, ' fifty five.'

A hard life it was way back then
When the land West was being settled.
Most fallen from Indian arrows and spears
As they sat cooking meals by camp fires in kettlels.

Some settelers brought diseases along with them
Spreading them to others like a wild brush fire.
Wiping out entire communities of people
Which now are just unmarked graves covered in briers.

Times were hard it seemed way back then
Not to easy either I guess it seems today.
Just more cost for mankinds life's conveniences
Where millions die from a dreaded disease called, 'Aids.'

Will we too one day become as such
Like that small cabin in the woods?
For someone to possibly uncover years from now
And maybe wonder if our lifestyle was also misunderstood?