A Day at Plimoth Plantation Original Paintings and Text by Clare Martin It’s dawn at Plimoth Plantation. The wind blows and makes the pine needles fall off a tree. Chipmunks scamper around collecting acorns. The Wampanoag Indians inside the wetu wake up. It’s time for the sky to finally let the sun peek out, but only a slither. The water glows with the color of the sun.