Thru the glass of my perception <br />Looking back in spans of time <br />Beyond all that’s in my memory <br />Back before grandfather’s time <br />Before the declaration <br />Made our independence real <br />Before the pilgrims came to Plymouth <br />Even before Columbus sailed <br />I can see them in the forests <br />In the valleys and the hills <br />Living as they had for ages <br />By their wits and by their wills <br />This land was not discovered <br />By explorers from abroad <br />But by the American Indian <br />Who had always called it home <br /> <br />Copyright C R Clark-7/25/07<br /><br />C R Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-americans/
