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Captives

Some came in chains
Unrepentant but tired.
Too tired but to stumble.
Thinking and hating were finished
Thinking and fighting were finished
Retreating and hoping were finished.
Cures thus a long campaign,
Making death easy.

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  • Apple Blossom
    May 20, 2004
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    Bravo
    This hits home for me because of my ancestors. Geronimo, Naiche and my grandmother, all courageous Apache's. I have read of the way my grandmother was born into captivity. A Prisoner of War in 1910. Geronimo was a fantastic Warrior and well known for all of the good things he did for his people. There were of course, as with other Warriors, actions not so pleasant for us to think of but still...I admire him and admire my grandmother for living a full life accomplishing all that she did and being proud until she passed of her life, her heritage, and her family. Touching write for me. aimee jo