Imagination
Up on the rise; above the creek
Braves, boys, and Indian Chief
Sit pow powing as arrows do make
Food gatherer, hunter amazing feats
Catching those fish for food to eat
Higher up on top of the hill
Indian maidens use their skills
Prepare for winter by gathering in
Winter squash, dried fruits, and venison
Shared stories that have no end
(This is strictly imagination from sitting on the porch and thinking what the Indians did to
survive.)
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