Old Hermit

High up near the top of the mountain he stood surveying all he could see for miles and miles He watched the hawks wheeling round and round then folding their wings they plummeted down striking their prey in full flight taking them to eat behind him was a cave where he lived and slept very comfortably on a bed of bracken and hay his chair was a lump of stone that naturally was shaped and the seat was cut into it. He had lived here a long time making it just right and with a handy spring all the water he could wish for. He cooked on an open fire at the front so all smells and smoke were blown away there was even a hole narrow and deep that took care of all his bodily needs. Still most days he stood looking out over the land which was his land. He watched over all. the various animals the different birds he could hear a wood pecker busily drilling away making a new nest and signed with pleasure at the simple things which made this place so special to him. He had been married a few times and had many children not all in wedlock he'd been a bit of a lad ln his time enjoying it all. Now as he approached his end he had little regret it was a life well spend and he would do it the same taking each day as it came For those that could remember his name it was FREEDOM