Soul of the Hunter

Home is the hunter

Home from the hills

With fragrance of

Sage and pine

He tracked the white goats

The stately bull elk

The great bear that

Roams on the line

He traveled the paths

Of lion and wolf

And drank from

Glacier-fed streams

His heart lingers there

At timberline bare

His soul drank from

Nature-fed dreams

The warmth of his hearth

Is welcome indeed

With love in the arms

Waiting there

His loved ones know

Soon he must go

With the eagles again

They must share

When sirens are singing

Their wilderness song

The pull on his soul

Is too great

They beckon him come

Come follow the trails

That will lead him to

Heaven’s own gate