First Americans Poem by C R Clark
First Americans
Thru the glass of my perception
Looking back in spans of time
Beyond all that’s in my memory
Back before grandfather’s time
Before the declaration
Made our independence real
Before the pilgrims came to Plymouth
Even before Columbus sailed
I can see them in the forests
In the valleys and the hills
Living as they had for ages
By their wits and by their wills
This land was not discovered
By explorers from abroad
But by the American Indian
Who had always called it home
Copyright C R Clark-7/25/07
An excellent poem Richard, I really enjoy reading your work. Best wishes, Andrew
Good morning Richard. I love the Indian. I am a small part of Cherokee. This is a great poem and it saddens me at what they have gone through. Good read, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Richard, I loved this poem, you could carry it a little forward to complete the whole story. CP