Note: I wrote this for my Dad after he passed away from Cancer. He was an Outdoorsman…
This man explore Woodland
Runs Ravine
Rampant like Ravens
Ghosting over gully
Were-bear this wilderness
For fish flesh
For birds nest
For air fresh
This man Indian
Trapper
Settler
Pilgrim
And the Woodsman
He understand this land
The Sand
The Canyon
The Salmon
And the Manna
Tree branch hands
Sprawl and Span
All along Mountains ran
Covering and smothering
The gathering of brethren
Dusk grows ore’ corn husk
Shadows creep the sleep
It is time to eat
And Find some peace
Axe Sharp Shine
Black powder smolder
Eagle Eye
Sending arrow
Over sparrow
Into marrow
A proud one is fallen
Sending beast meat to my feet
The prize is one
The ritual of the horn has begun
Fire spires the mire
The camp is fortress
Covering his hovering
Flames force darkness darker
And the moon mares the night
I awake – unto sleep
Where dreamland
Runs rivers deep
And visions wind wild
Like a toy with child
I awake – unto day
Sun rises like God
Dew drenched grass – glistens green
And Ancient fields – breath out steam
Whether by day or by night
Waking or dream
This is life to me…