Mapping Indigenous Poetry of North America, 1830-1924

"The Seasons" by Hen-toh

What sed it Ol’ Injuns ’bout a spring-time? 
Oh it’s pritty girl, it’s cornin’ from a south, 
All dress’ up in fine white buckskins. 
He don’ walk, he’s jus’ dance, 
He don’ look, he’s jus’ glance 
’Roun’ at eva’body, pleasant, 
Jus’ like happy; 
An’ he’s bring it nice bowl o’ strawberry, 
An’ jus’ scatta’ eva’wha’. 

What sed it Ol’ Injuns ’bout a summa-time? 
Oh it’s good woman followed that girl, 
An’ it’s dress like a nice, jus’ all kin’ a green. 
He don’ dance, jus’ kin’ a float, 
Like on wata’, seen it, boat, 
An’ jus’ smile ’roun’ eva-wha’ goes, 
Jus’ like good; 
An’ he’s bring it string o’ squaw-corn, 
An’ jus’ pile up eva’wha’. 

What sed it Ol’ Injuns ’bout a fall-time? 
Oh it’s young man comes from kin’ o’ west, 
Huntin’ shirt an’ leggin’ kin’ o’ color brown. 
He’s straight jus’ like an arrow, 
An’ his fringes color, ‘yarrow’. 
He’s got laugh in eye an’ it’s a keen, 
Jus’ like brave; 
An’ he’s bring it bunch o’ wil’ grape an’ acorn, 
An’ jus’ hang up eva’ wha’. 

What sed it Ol' Injuns ’bout a winta-time? 
Wooh! It’s o-l' man, he’s cornin’ from a north, 

From lan’ of Great White Rabbit, ’at’s his home. 
His long robe it’s shine an’ glis’en, 
You could heard it clink, you lis’en, 
When he’s walk kin’ o’ slow 
Jus’ like tired. 
He’s bring lots o’ ice an’ plenty snow, 
An’ jus’ drift up eva’wha’. 

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