Cloud Chief has and will always be my home town
Even when I go east, west, north, south, up or down
But now it is time to try to break out the back fence
And hit that trail back to my current Yukon residence
But maybe tomorrow morning early I will be back
With my new trusty digital camera in a gunny sack
And if the creek don't rise and I still remain sober
I will be looking for opportunities to enjoy October
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem