"Truganinny"

In this poem Wendy Rose writes about an elderly Australian women. Throughout her life she had witnessed many of her (last) people die. She feels that her time is nearing here on Earth and during her last days wants to be at peace. She feels in order to obtain this peace she must be at sea or in the outback. I can only image the pain she endured. Not only did she, but many other elderly Native Americans witness their people die right in front of their eyes. The hardship and suffering they witnessed will forever be remembered. If I was faced with this type of humiliation I too would be ready for a peaceful death.