The Hunter’s Wooing
Come roam the wild hills, my Cherokee Rose,
Come roam the wild hills with me.
We’ll follow the path where the Spavinaw flows,
Dashing wild on its way to the sea,
On its wearisome way to the sea.
We’ll chase the fleet deer from its lair in the woods;
We’ll follow the wolf to his den.
When the sun hides his face, we’ll rest in the woods;
Hid away from the worry of men.
Hid away from the bother of men.
And then we’ll go home, my Cherokee Rose,
Where the Senecas live in the heart of the hills
By the rippling Cowskin, where the Saulchana grows,
We’ll go home to the Coyauga hills,
To the sheltering Coyauga hills.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 9, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“The Hunter’s Wooing” originally appeared in University of Oklahoma Magazine, no. 10 in October 1921.
Ruth Muskrat Bronson
Ruth Muskrat Bronson, also known as Ruth Margaret Muskrat, was born on October 3, 1897, in the Delaware Nation Reservation.
Date Published: 1921-10-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/hunters-wooing