By Watchingwolf.

T’was a young skinner
who went to the vous’,
saw so many things
a young man could do.

He fired his arrows,
he fired his gun,
he walked through the forest,
and prizes were won.

He smiled at the ladies,
he laughed with the men,
he drank til’ he threw up…
and then drank again.

An old friend provided,
a warm place to sleep,
and new friends provided
memories to keep.

Now snow is flying,
as he sits right here,
clicking the keyboard,
nursing a beer.

Wishing for spring time,
the warm sun so merry,
and all his old friends…
from

HIDDEN PRAIRIE

…©2008 Watchingwolf