Seneca Rez in the 1950s

 

Drive with dad on Seneca Reservation land

On a day of hunting

All in fall colors grand

 

Can you see their homes hidden in the wood

Those little shacks of tar paper

By the streams where they stood

 

I would like to live here some day

Father nodded in silence as he drove

Why he asked this question I really can’t say

 

There is no running water in a tar paper place

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes I could go to the stream to wash my face

 

There is no soap to wash your face or hand

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes, I could go to the stream and scrub with sand

There is no indoor plumbing to go when you please

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes I could go behind trees

 

Would you live there in winter with cold and deep snow

Oh no

 

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Jennifer | Reply 09.05.2014 10.54

It amazes me that when I read your writing I get a glimpse into your past. Thanks for always sharing.

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