Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

A plume of dust

A plume of dust rose on strong winds

From the dry earth of Oklahoma.

Then, borne by these same winds,

Came to the autumn hills of Tennessee.

I wonder if this Oklahoma dust,

Blowing into the land of Bloody Andy Jackson

Brought a Cherokee ancestor back to home.

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