by Annette Wynn
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play---
All about our native land,
Where shops and houses stand.
And the trees were vert tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple---
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling around---
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!
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