A land lush and free
It’s here we reside
A land blessed with trees
And plants of all kinds
The song of a bird
A flute in the wind
One day we will come
And live there again
We all hide away
From those people who
Claim that land as theirs
Theirs only to use
One day we will go
To that land, lush and free
It again will be known
For the great Cherokee
When they are all gone
When the land they will spurn
Has come back again
With the songs of the birds
Though our native songs
Must then be re-learned
I promise you, child,
That we shall return.
This poem was inspired by the Cherokee tribe, a tribe of Native Americans who got driven out of their land along with 100,000 other native americans during the colonization of America. It describes an older member of the Cherokee tribe narrating the story of their forced migration to a younger child. I hope you enjoyed reading it!