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Games

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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CayCay Jennings Date: 8/3/2016 2:49:00 PM I applaud this - it is clever and spot on in dynamics and creativity ... CayCay Login to Reply Jesse Day Date: 8/5/2016 5:59:00 AM Thanks for reading, CayCay! I agree with your thoughts! CayCay Jennings Date: 8/3/2016 2:52:00 PM p.s. No number of years can erase the wrongness done to Native Americans, in my view and tears

Andrea Dietrich Date: 6/26/2016 10:07:00 AM quite interesting one. And the illustration to go with it as well. Login to Reply Jesse Day Date: 7/1/2016 10:41:00 AM Thank you, Andrea - we have such a precious opportunity to enjoy a special relationship with our neighbors - regardless of our differences.