Red Fawn of the Woods

The leaves crackle in the fall they have fallen from the oaks
A pecking against a tree sounds like a tapping at a door
The red head woodpecker finds his food in the trunk of the tree
A chipmunk scurries across the field, while the red fawn follows her mother
Tiny branches brake into as the silver fox russle her pups across
My memories of a native child growing up in the woods
 My father called me his red fawn, as I grew to love all the creatures around me
I would sing with mocking bird and follow the shadow of the wolf 
While weaving with my grandmother, I searched for love in my heart
A native warrior young man to take my hand
As the days grew longer I felt stronger toward a young chief called wolf
We road our pinto painted horses to the top of the mountain
And later followed the river for a drink from thirst of tire
Late in evening the wise screech owl called our names
Red Fawn the fire in her loins and Wolf Warrior with passion in his eyes
Let the sun rise and set with our blood hot in the heat of the woods
We shall feel the night and long for each others bond
of Cherokee desire