Indian Healing

Crossing the U.S. in 1850

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Indian Healing

It was a cold winter
When all was said
Most of my cattle
And some friends were dead.

A man spoke of a new future
Go West he said
Enough people here, are dying
And, enough here are dead.

It was 1850
Hard times were ahead
I decided to accept
And Go West instead.

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I loaded the wagon
With my wife and kids
Under the front seat
Was the gun I hid.

The promise of gold
That I can hold in my hand
I will find it in the river
Using a rusty old pan.

What am I doing?
Oregon’s a long way, away
But I could not live here
With death and disease, I was only prey.