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.
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A beautiful poem but a great tragedy. Excellent write, Becca. Best wishes to your and yours. Richard