Indian Children Long Ago
nancy byrd turner
Where we play in field and hill,
Running high and low,
Other children used to play,
Long and long ago.
Little Indians straight and slim,
Boys with belt and feather,
Little girls with colored beads,
Playing all together.
Laughing, calling, through our yard
(when 'twas field of maize)
Swift and light they used to run,
Back in other days;
Through our garden (once a wood)
In and out again,
Past the house they ran, and back
'Twas a wigwam then.
Sometimes when the air is clear,
On a quiet day,
We can almost hear them still,
Shouting at their play!
