It is estimated that 25,000,000 Native Americans lived in North America when adventurers discovered and began populating the new land. By 1900 the Native American population had dwindled to 250,000.
Marked in heaven by games we play, Of rhyme we teach or sheep astray, Before Glory’s horse can be mounted, “Can we have recognition?” Hey friend, attention! Stand up and be counted! One, little two, little three, little Indians … Childhood is somehow lost in sleep, Discolored by darkness with voids that creep, Sacred may be our own fields of clover, “Can old souls redeem?” Hey, I have a dream! Red Rover, Red Rover! Let the black man overcome … We teach our broods of Divinity, To praise and raise stories of His Majesty, Diverse we are and are all the same, “Is this only a test?” Hey, He wants the best! Hallowed be thy name! Thy will be done in earth ... Moral - Children reflect what they learn about diversity Contest: A Delightful Children's Fable Sponsor: Carol Eastman Results: 1st Place
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