In the whisk of winter's wily winds
We sprint for sweaters to snuggle our skins
Our horses huddle in hay-filled stables
And wild game, roasted, graces our tables
We know the land, we fish the streams
To live in the wild--the fulfillment of dreams
We sprint for sweaters to snuggle our skins
Our horses huddle in hay-filled stables
And wild game, roasted, graces our tables
We know the land, we fish the streams
To live in the wild--the fulfillment of dreams
© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart
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