Poem: ‘Roanoke and Wampumpeag’
Susan Wheeler, 4 April 2002
Child, entering Ye Olde Trading Post, takes the pegs upon the walls For trees, fingers the beaded doll in buckskin dress, a moccasin,
A square of maple sugar maple leaf, small imprint of a fingernail In its clear window. She wants the Minnesota charm in green,
Six of ten thousand lakes in silver raised, Babe the Blue Ox and her Mate. REAL! CAN OF WORMS! a label states; another, on a bow
And...