Art Wielgus Poet Verse

From American Indians' Gifts

In the picturesque strange country,
 were Pilgrims hungry people.
 They rambled in the fog among gills
 through wide stretches and terraces.

 And there was blissful Indian Nation,
 leading idyllic life style .
 It was a glimmer of extinguished cultures.
 They did not know the fear.
 
From American Indians’ gifts –
 they gave food to the Pilgrims,
 that they could survive with them.
 God blessed their offerings.
 
Today, they are forgotten among myths –
 Indians of America and their totems.
 In thanksgiving we recall,
 their magnanimous, honorable deeds.

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Shirley Rebstock June 4, 2016 at 6:14 PM i am glad you are honoring Indians with your poems. Chief Seattle's poems about The Earth is Precious was presented to the graduating class in Missouri in 1995 by John L Morris. A copy of his and other Indian chiefs poems are displayed at the Top of the Rock in Branson, MO. They are beautiful and I am glad you bring the Indian's appreciation of God's creation and the earth to poetry soup.