Appears in my book[s] "Ripples" and "One of the Guise"
The hunter and the hunted Animal instinct is confronted Eyes of a hawk, and Indian walk Blending into the sound of nature Silence, patience are no virtue here It's a way of survival it may appear Many brave men have tried to tame the land A few have fallen while trying to stand As the sun touches the horizon It ends the battle between man and beast Nature calls the wild home to rest Soon the sun will appear in the east The pages are forever being written Of legends great and small The truth maybe stretched And wearing many veils As the stories grow tall into tales ........see you next year
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