Survival

I must build a warm shelter, to fight off the cold. Solitude coupled with loneliness fall The need to survive musters up strength bold Surveying surroundings demands my all The chill of winter enters my heart's core Fear wants to settle within my tired chest There's a strong rock to shelter from the boars Strength surges to my feet which seek their rest Limbs, sticks, pine cones gathered to keep the flame Jerky and trail mix feed hunger's desire Rest tired soul your foe defeated without shame Dream of conquered poachers tending hell's fires Dawn sends me on my way, a stronger man Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand. I used the first and last lines that were given to me by Debbie..I did not check to see if they matched what was in the posted Crown sonnet..Sara