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America’s East Coast in 1606
Was mostly unbroken wilderness that thrived.
Except for a small fort called St. Augustine
Where a handful of Spaniards, somehow survived.
From Florida to the frozen Arctic wastes
Rivers flowed down through the forests to the sea.
Foreign settlements were nonexistent
For the Indians to trade with, attack or flee.
Not one European footprint marked the earth
Or voice echoed down across the forest floor.
Only the murmur of the wind through the trees
And the sweet sent of nature and nothing more.
Sooner than later, one way or another
Eager pilgrims swarmed forth from the open seas.
To practice their faith and to harvest new land
As Indians were conquered and brought to their knees.
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