Then the son of Nokomis
Led the strangers to his wigwam,
Seated them on skins of bison,
Seated them on skins of ermine,
And the careful old Nokomis
Brought them food in bowls of basswood,
Water brought in birchen dippers,
Then the son of Nokomis
Led the strangers to his wigwam,
Seated them on skins of bison,
Seated them on skins of ermine,
And the careful old Nokomis
Brought them food in bowls of basswood,
Water brought in birchen dippers,
I’ve read the poem several times. My wife and I went to a resort, I think in CT or MA. The hostess said “Welcome to Wawa-Taysee.” I immediately muttered “the Firefly.”
She said “You know!”
I love the poem. My mother (RIP) gave me a book with the poem and illustrations by Fredric Remington.
Maybe I’ll read it again.