by Annette Wynne
Where we walk to school each day,
Indian children used to play --
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple --
Only woods and Indian people.
From For Days and Days: A Year Round Treasury
of Child Verse by Annette Wynne (1919)
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