Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by ROLLIN L. SMITH First Line: Great white father! Won't you listen? Last Line: Save us from the setting sun? Subject(s): Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | ||||||||
Great White Father! Won't you listen? Hear our plea, for we are troubled; You have said you always listen; Hear how white men came among us Broke our peace and burned our wigwams Took the land we used to hunt on Made us march toward the sunset Promised they would give us shelter Said that they would feed us plenty If our war-whoops were abandoned If our tomahawks were buried So we left them far behind us Ten days' march we made to prairies Still they followed, and demanded We continue marching longer Always to the setting sun! All the land they say is their land So they lie to their red brothers So they quarrel with our people We can't smoke the peace-pipe with them Great White Father! Won't you help to Save us from the setting sun? | Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS AT KE SON by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE OLD INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SCHOLARLY PROCEDURE by JOSEPHINE MILES ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON THE INDIANS ON ALCATRAZ by PAUL MULDOON PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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