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'Twas back in days of old, you see,
When Autumn made it's sigh
A man would pack his horse and mule
And ride up where the Eagles fly.
'Twas needful in those days of old
To feed his family full,
To find an elk of hefty size
And best if it's a bull.
A rugged man he had to be
With stamina quite long,
His strength and skill honed sharp and true,
Prepared for what goes wrong.
He might be gone for days and days,
In cold chilled to the bone.
Each night there's dreams of his soft bed,
Urging on this man alone.
If all goes well, he gets his bull
And he'll head home unraveled.
Yes, 'twas back in days of old, you see;
Now it's a trail less traveled.
- Kristi Usher
Edition of 24.
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