And not too far from the sea
Mountains and rivers and vast water scapes
Have formed the very heart of me.
My music is wind whistling in fir trees
Splash of bow-waves as they fall
My colors those of rainbows and sunsets
And tree leaves when autumn calls
I’ve panned the gold streams of the Sierras
Trapped and hunted the Continental Divide
Made bows and arrows and long knives
I’ve carried ready by my side
My life is now more than half over
What’s left of it I’ll surely spend
Adventuring a-wave and a-field
Listening to water and wind
© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen
