by
Tom "The Grit Guy"
Cool mornings, Brisk days
Colorful Mountains, River Banks
Canyons in Mist, Low Clouds In Fall
Leaves are down, Water now Ice
Scents now float, Tools have been found
Steel in the ground, Cable is all hung
Wildlife now moves, Always they must
We move after, believing our trust
Breaths now hard, As labors grow
Baskets get heavy, Legs are weary
Snow does cover, as Winter arrives
Travel is tough, Not one gives up
Stretchers now full, The fire does glow
Fur on Hangers, Such a Great Sight
Memories made new, Old shine thru
Young have learned, Past has shown true
Birds now sing, Must be Spring
Selling now done, Wait has begun
A heritage we live, One we pass on
Trapping for us is never done