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

Clark Zlotchew 14.04.2020 15:16

George,
Idealism killed by shot of fact.
Clark

Jennifer 09.05.2014 14:54

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