the sun acts as our guide & he follows it
I follow his camo vest
soon the sun will hide
& because of that it is golden
all around us glowing
as if the world is a gold and wonderful place
& in our little world it is
gold & wonderful
I write these words while he stops & sniffs
& peers at the mossy mud
in search of tracks, of moose I think
my feet make more
the air is tempted to be crisp
it hurts my summer
I will miss. but then comes fall
I hunt with him because of this
the romance & the gold
his hand holds mine
the mossy ground holds us
there's nothing more i'd ever want
then woods & moss & him
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