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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN DRUMS, by ISABEL WINSLOW
First Line: Indian summer camps in the hills
Last Line: Where her bright fires are burning!
Subject(s): Camping; Camps; Summer Camps
First Line: Indian summer camps in the hills
Last Line: Where her bright fires are burning!
Subject(s): Camping; Camps; Summer Camps
Indian summer camps in the hills --
Brightly her fires are burning;
Tepees squat by the river's edge
While summer's brief returning
Flushes the downs to a dazzling hue,
Where soon in warpaint shall gather
Leaf-warriors, beating a last mad dance,
Defiance to death and chill weather!
Indian summer rides in the wind,
Trailing her brush behind her,
Painting a frenzied rush of days
Lest autumn's wrath shall find her!
Drums on the prairies echo far,
Songs to the woods returning,
Indian summer camps in the hills --
Where her bright fires are burning!
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