When I was just a boy young at age
at the age of only fourteen
I was told to go out on my own
and teach myself to become a man
I was told to step into this world alone
to follow the path of the unknown
and always do the best that I can
to make my own dream
because no one will be there now
to guide and hold your hand
So go child and make it here somehow
always stay true and remain strong
wherever it is you stand
Son go and learn to live off this land
find your own way to make it through
because no one will be there for you
when the nights are cold and long
So by the time I was twenty-one
I followed the trail of each rising sun
and saw more than many have ever seen
as I turned my destiny of each page
Spiritwind 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. Sounds like true Cherokee. I have a son that lives in West Virginia.