journey on my mind

stealthily crawling with bow
so close to ground like glue
arm, ready to strike at the foe
from a lonesome rock, full view

from a tepee smoke rising
sweet smell permeating
cross fingers you're waiting
for the morning; i'm coming

in your mind i'm always there
hunting buffalo as well as deer
the lovely trees along the river
wonderful time;growing up together

in the wilderness; there are no checks
wealth is measured by hunted meat
i always come back,never forget
your charm and smiles make me sweat.