Native Americans
Can you see them?
The hair hangs limp in the hot summer sun.
The eyes sweep the forest, noticing every small movement.
The voice greets a new visitor in a strange tongue.
The hands skillfully grasp the knife.
The bodies crouch with anticipation.
The legs dance with joy at the bountiful harvest.
They frequently leave their family to go on a hunt.
They remember the years before the white man walked their forest.
They are the Native Americans.
Explorers
Can you see them?
The hair twists in the ocean breeze.
The eyes survey the coast worried about unfriendly faces.
The mouth hesitantly pledges friendship to a strange new people.
The hands eagerly clap with excitement.
Their bodies stretch out on land after the long trip across the ocean.
They always leave a footprint.
They remember the families they left back home.
They wonder if they will ever make it back.
They are the New World Explorers.
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