From Cowden to Cloud Chief and on to Cordell
In that area where my grandparents called home
For it was always a special place to raise a family
On the same ground where buffalo used to roam
But my family is now complete and time moves on
Still red tinted sunsets light up this part of the sky
Sometimes a jet trail in the distance may be seen
A sign that soon it will be my turn to say goodbye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem