Of the mountains 
of the peaks
of the hills and valleys steep

I the mountain
man of woodland
keep my forest keep

in the rivers 
in the lakes
in the waters deep

I bathe and water
fish for supper
pull my oars asweep

i am a hunter
and life preserver 
at loss in grief I weep

at end of day
abed I lay
to drop to restful sleep

Poetry days #07.

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