Scottish Cherokees Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

No chance meeting, that was clear.
A knowing glance, banishing all fear.

Scots came west, a rugged band,
Cherokee saw, across the land,
Not strangers new, but faces known,
A kindred spirit, deeply sown.

Seven clans, a sacred tie,
MacDonalds, Campbells, reaching high.
Family bonds, the strongest thread,
Honor lived, and blood was shed.

Land was life, a sacred trust,
Not for sale, but held from dust.
A good name shone, a brighter gleam,
Than any gold, a waking dream.

Outsiders welcomed, if they proved true,
With courage strong, and hearts anew.
A Scot who wed, and children bore,
Became one of them, and nothing more.

McGillivray, Cameron, clan names strong,
Not just traders, but belonging.
They learned the tongue, they fought the fight,
With Cherokee braves, in morning light.

Alexander, of Creek and Scot,
A powerful leader, on that spot.
Scottish names, on chiefs of old,
Not tales of war, but stories told,
Of friendships forged, and alliances grand,
United peoples, across the land.

When others broke, their word and vow,
The Scots understood, then and now.
Different blood, but the same bright code,
On shared paths, their footsteps strode.

Respect it bloomed, on the frontier wide,
New families formed, side by side.
Cherokee clans, with Scottish sound,
Scottish homes, with Native ground.

They were trusted, when others failed,
Because recognition, had prevailed.