The black squirrel chatters in the leaves
The coyotes howl at dusk
The shadow of the mighty stag
That leaves a scent of musk
The hilltops shine with misty dew
The hollow dark and deep
The blow-downs shield me from the wind
'Tis here my soul will keep
Another season come and gone
The turkey, deer and mink
Whose memories will stay with me
And to my mind will link
The time I've spent afield this year
Was time well spent you see
It gave me time to know myself
A selfish time for me
Should I pass before next year
And my time afield be done
Let the seeds I've tendered 'or the years
Reap a harvest in my son
