|Long ago an Indian Tribe,
Searching for the perfect site
For their band of peaceful folk,
Thought this place exactly right.
Woods and fields to hunt and plant,
So they settled on this land,
Did a squaw walk where I walk now?
Do I swim now in the waters
Did they sometimes, in their wigwams,
Each succeeding generation
When we've acted out our drama,
Reprinted here by permission of Elizabeth Donovan. She
says that this poem was originally published in The
Middlesex News, about 1995. It also appears in the April 2002 issue of the Natick Senior Sentinel.