The Native Son Poem by Randy McClave

The native boy was left in the woods deep
All alone he began to weep,
He was left there alone by his father a brave
To become a man and not to be fear's slave.
Inside a circle of rocks the native boy was placed
His tiny heart was full of fear as it raced,
He knew that wild hungry animals were out there
As he heard their screeches and their cries in the air.
The small native boy shooked and cried
As he knew there was no place for him to run and hide,
So, he stayed in the encirclement of the rocks
Pacing and pacing, back and forth like an old fox.
All during the night he heard the animal's howl
And occasionally he heard an animal's growl,
But, in the encirclement of rocks the frightened boy stayed
Then unto God, he silently prayed.
Then finally on the cold ground, tired he made his bed
Though he knew and believed that soon he would be dead,
Sleep finally came unto this young frightened boy's eyes
As on the cold, cold ground he now lies.
Next thing that he knew by a warmth he had awoken
His circle of rocks were still unbroken,
The sun was bright and brought warmth upon his face
Then in joy the small native boy jumped and danced in place.
The boy then knew that he had become a man
That was his fathers proud and most grandeur plan,
So, then the boy finally sat down to reflect
He survived the night alone, without his father or neglect.

But, one thing that young native boy didn't know
That behind a mighty tree, all night stood his father with his bow.

Randy L. McClave