the mighty falcon spreads its wings flying high above the camp, the warriors cry out a greeting to the mighty gods who protect them from many harms that may come, the camp is peaceful now and the brook sings as the young child plays with the wolves yet the mighty falcon protects from above giving warning cries to warriors below the buffolo are on the move time to hunt, and the warriors go to hunt, for winter supplies , but as the falcon protects its people so to does the wolf, and the deer many of the animals we all come to respect our lands and take pride in living in them.
many moons that guard the night ,many a star shed a loved ones light ,many moons the anceients lived ,brought to us traditions and tears, the mighty cherakee walks the trail , sheds blood and tears upon the soil of life new lands to walk new lands to find the journey was long and the deserts hot, finally home the great cheif cries the wolf howls and the falcon flies.many moons our fathers cried but even then was a nations pride
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