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!