I have been to Rag Rock in Woburn, Mass
As a child I found an arrowhead there.
Knew little of its Native American origins.
I’d heard Native Americans lived there once.
I wish I had visited it as an adult and
Read signs there proclaiming its history.
Although it would have made me sad
If the former inhabitants and their culture
Were driven out of there and possibly
Had broken treaties and their own tears.
As a child I had no idea of their history
Nor of how Native Americans were treated.
All I knew was they were called indians
And were the bad guys in cowboy and
Indians movies and TV shows. Sad how
Distorted it all was, and maybe it’s
Better I didn’t visit Rag Rock as an adult
It might have made me sad and angry.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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