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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