Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by James Robert Campbell
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
And leave me to eternity;
But never turn from the memory.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
In South Dakota long ago,
Some people died that you should know.
Their cries were scattered in the snow
In South Dakota long ago.
They were people who were free.
They did not have to own to be;
And yet they owned all they could see.
They were people who were free.
In a circle there below
The guns and horses in a row,
They lay like leaves the wind could strew
In a circle there below.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
And leave me to eternity;
But never turn from the memory.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
James Robert Campbell, all rights reserved.
Find more poems by James Robert Campbell.
The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini
