Sunday, November 21, 2010

Plymouth Plantation

We were migrants from conflict,
speaking a different language
from the natives' who welcomed us—
They did not ask us for our papers.

We did not adopt their customs,
but we learned to live on their land.
They showed us where to hunt for food
and we took their fish.

We give thanks to Samoset and
his people for this bounty—
We hope to return the favors, nay,
more ... some day ... some day.

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placed in Poets United Think Tank #25: Thankfulness