The right of passage was to climb Mt. Scott
Many climbs ended with scratches on arms
But for young kids from nearby Cloud Chief
Was a challenge that beat working on farms
Upward we all went over one rock at a time
Being first to stand on top was one's dream
As we reached the top we shouted with joy
As each had just improved their self-esteem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem