Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE INDIAN DANCER, by ANNA TILLMAN BOYD

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THE INDIAN DANCER, by            
First Line: O I'm an indian dancing man
Last Line: And dance as only indians can!
Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America

O I'm an Indian dancing man;
I dance as only Indians can.
I dance the wild and wicked war dance;
I dance the fierce and furious fire dance;
I dance the sly and subtle snake dance;
I dance the ghastly, gruesome scalp dance.

But when the marching warriors come
A-marching home to beating drum,
I dance the glad and grateful peace dance;
I dance the rich and ripened corn dance;
I dance the pure and precious rain dance;
I dance the solemn, sacred Sun Dance.
Who would not be a dancing man,
And dance as only Indians can!

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