Rebecca Wiles

Rookie (November 5,1968 / Opp, Alabama)

Rebecca Wiles Poems

41. I Love You So 4/30/2007
42. Stars, Like Water Flowing 5/4/2007
43. Destiny's Child 5/4/2007
44. The Lady Saint 4/30/2007
45. I Am A Woman 4/30/2007
46. Bury Me At Wounded Knee 6/3/2007
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Bury Me At Wounded Knee

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for my heart grows faint and my body grows old.
The grounds too soft for my feet to tread,
and the nights are cold; too cold.

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
where the warriors died young and bold.
The white man comes to steal our land,
for the gold; pure gold.

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for we won't do as we're told.
The women die from lack of food,
and our children are sold; all sold.

And soon our footprints in the snow,
will blow away with the wind.
And only silence lingers on,
where once laughter had been!

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The Sarah

Out of the mist in the deep of the sea,
A ship appears mysteriously.
Could this be The Sarah of old?
Who sailed into Portland in November's cold?

The story begins,
with the tale of two friends,
who went into the shipping trade,
but over a woman, let their friendship fade.

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