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Once A Hunter
When I was Young
I was a hunter, just a natural seeker,
the outdoor life was my second home,
I went forth in my search of freedom,
over leaf strewn trails, I walked and roamed.
I got up early on the frosty mornings,
then I headed out into the woods and streams,
I never left my memories out there,
they've been kept locked within my dreams.
The golden trees are like my treasures,
and their hold, just as strong on me,
When I'm outside and I'm in their glory,
I know that this is where I must long to be.
The creatures wild, with wings, are beating,
like my heart and soul, this I can see,
There, my thoughts are lost in the radiant beauty,
chasing birds in skies, all so clear and free.
The wind and leaves are like soothing music,
beckoning me to come join their song,
The spirit of the wildness and open meadows,
all welcoming me, and where I belong.
When the rain comes down and the river's rising,
I know the fears and of all their costs,
Their homes in danger and there's no despising,
no reprieve for their labor's lost,
The wind so strong and the torn off branches,
the fallen shelters that once were theirs,
Now is taken from them, and lost forever,
a panic sets in, in times of worry, and its cares.
How like the creatures of the woodlands,
are we all in life, and the same, in our needs,
The loss of a soul and its shinning spirit,
so hurts within, despite our forms or creeds.
A part of the wild and of the natural spirit,
will always reside deep within our hearts,
Each of us has the same, in a kindred feeling,
was brotherhood, and a need to play our parts..
When I was young, I was just a lonely hunter,
now I've found the truth, that I once sought,
Our likenesses, all of life, are a beautiful reflection,
as life's greatest lessons, to each are taught.
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