Song of a Cherokee Warrior I am a Cherokee warrior, my love is the wild of the earth. The wind, the water, and the wood, no gold can equal their worth. I gave my life in battle, faced my enemy with pride. Our weapons crossed in honor, our blood spilled when we died. The owl is my friend. The elk, a kindred spirit. The sweet bark of the birch tree, and the black bear ever fierce. I ride the wing of the Canada goose, I walk the trail of the deer. I follow the path of the sacred cougar. My soul still runs free here. The sky was never bluer. Than on the day I passed. The Great Spirit chose my totem. In comfort, I breathed my last. When you cross a stream, or feel the wind upon your face. It could be a Warrior’s spirit, or my Cherokee’s strong embrace. Protect the harmony of nature. Value the great outdoors. The beauty and the wonder, are sacred duties of yours. Teach those that come after, it is a gift given in trust. If the senseless waste prevails, it will all go back to dust. So take my pleas to heart, and love the wilds of the earth. I will share my Cherokee honor, for no gold can equal their worth. Back to Poetry Page |
