“Eastern Woodlands Poem”
by Elizabeth, grade 5
In our birch bark canoe,
we are spear fishing at night,
using the light to attract fish.
I pull out my spear, and THWOMP!
I catch the fish.
This will make a great dish.
We go to check on the traps,
and there they were.
The traps were loaded with fish.
The other canoes around us looked as if they were
smiling and congratulating us.
We went back to our villages with very many fish
for our families and the rest of the tribe.
That day had been a success because we had caught
deer, fish, rabbit, and even a bear.
As we were heading back,
the canoes seemed to be sprinting across the water,
eager to get home.
Our native nation will have respect.
