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!
