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My Outdoor Journey


Out into the woods I walk

I dont even dare to talk

As I hear the sound of a duck

I look around only to see a nice eight-point buck

And as I feel the old worn bark of an oak

I wish I could run into the pond and take a soak

But how nasty the water will taste

With all the other animals nasty waste

But i can smell the Cedar trees now

All it makes me want to say is 'Wow"

I start to hear the coyotes howl

It lets me know they are on the prowl

So out the woods I walk

For i can finally start to talk

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