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.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2016
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