Where the Buckeye Grows
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Where The Buckeye Grows
Down where the tender buckeye grows
And soft green leaves exposed
The creek babbles over the rocks
Indians long disposed
I can hear the laughter of the child
Smiling faces all the while
The leaders making arrows sharp
Not knowing of coming trial
Turkeys and deer free for their food
Water nearby for thirst
Also free for wash day and baths
Cool a fever if needing nursed
Now tucked away in a strange land
The mighty Indian clan
In all fairness is their fate right
They really are our kinsman
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2018
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