The Younger Days of American Indians
Poetry Inspired by the Avery Collection

The Younger Days of American Indians
Quincy Tahoma
Catalog No: 2001-176-12

The Younger Days of American Indians

I could hear the sound of stomping when the buffalo
Were running.

The two Indians are riding their white and brown
Spotted horses.

The small animals are hiding behind oak trees.
The clouds are blocking the sunlight.

The smooth sand is very hot and the animals are
Looking for a cool spot.

The Indians killed the buffalo.

Francisco Quintana
Lawrence Intermediate School

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The Younger Days of American Indians

I looked inside the buffalo’s eyes and saw rocks
Falling like sleeping birds.

I felt the head of the buffalo its hair was matted,
Curly and dirty.

The buffalo herd looked like dark clouds moving across the sky.

I smell the sweat of the buffalo.
It smells like gasoline in a blue trailer by
A museum.

I heard the sounds of the buffalo running.
It sounds like wild horses running threw a green
Grassy field.

In the distance I hear drums beating.

Lisa Alvarez
Lawrence Intermediate School