From Creek Nation’s heartland, they once did depart, The Miccosukee people, with a warrior’s heart. Southward they journeyed, through land and through strife, To Florida’s embrace, seeking new life.
In the swamps and the marshes, where waters do gleam, They found a new home, in the land of their dream. Before it was states, before lines were drawn, They thrived in the wild, in the light of the dawn.
The Indian Wars came, a shadow, a blight, The Miccosukee stood firm, ready to fight. Many were taken, to the West they were sent, But a resolute hundred, to the glades they went.
Mikasuki tongues whispered, through the reeds and the air, In the Everglades vast, they made their lair. Refusing surrender, their spirit unbowed, In the heart of the swamp, they silently vowed.
To endure and to live, with the land and the sky, Underneath the broad wings of the heron’s cry. The Miccosukee’s tale, of strength and of pride, In the heart of the Everglades, they still reside.
