Comanche Man

As far as the eye could see
we rode our  horse comanche man and me
we rode in snow and in the rain
through the mountains and grassy plain
we forged for food lived off the land
like his ancestors from way back when
then one night we stumbled on a bear
thats when comanche man dissapeared
so on my own with just a knife
I faught this bear for my life
the fight was long then the bear digressed
I put the blade between his breast
he looked at me with his gentle eyes
a finally moan before he dies
I thanked the bear for his life
I dressed him out and cleaned my knife
Comanche man was never there
he lead me to my test the bear
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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July 10, 2016 at 5:33 AM
Wow, how wonderful was to hear In the spirit of Karl May, so dear To ancestors of American Romanticissism Now I fight with the Bear of rheumathism Embracing my old bones crying for the gold Of Experience living near that Comanache old Dreaming the Girl of Horizon.
August Avatar
July 10, 2016 at 8:43 AM
Thanks that's awesome.
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July 10, 2016 at 3:41 AM
Anthony, good to see you. Skat
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July 10, 2016 at 8:42 AM
You too,I dig your handle.
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