Little Red Hawk


Little Red Hawk was born
of cherokee blood
He traveled and roamed
the land he loved
Hunting and fishing
to his hearts desire
He spent his nights
by the cherokee fire

Little Red Hawk loved
the cherokee way
the way they lived
and the way they played

He was taught
right from birth
to respect the spirit,
animals and earth

His father told him
as a boy
to help others
and not destroy

He was taught
to plant the seed
and take only
what he will need

Never be mean
to another man
try to get along
as best you can

Should someone need
A trusting friend
Be that friend
Until the end

Now Little Red Hawk
is wise and old
he lived the life
like he was told

He holds his children
he laughs alot
when they play

Little Red hawk
He must go
To see the spirit
in the sky
To see his father
once again

Now he lives in the wind

Whenever you see
a pretty bird
or see a wild
roaming herd

When you hear
the spirit talk
It just might be
Little Red Hawk

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