After visiting one of my favorite places on Cape Cod—Fort Hill, the original home of the Nauset Tribe of Massachusetts—I wrote this poem:

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Where the Nausets sharpened

their stone points and axes

Where the explorer Champlain

sketched villages and crops

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Where a death over a kettle

Gave birth to bad vibes

The French christened it Bad Bar

And left it far behind

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But then came the English

And now it’s Fort Hill

They converted 500 Indians

Against whose allegiance Metacom fell

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Marking Reverend Treat’s corner

Find a rock with a “T”

Which corner for the Nausets?

Now where might the Nausets be?

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(pics taken at Fort Hill, Eastham, Massachusetts)