Wood Nymph
dedicated to Bill Southard
I have a very special friend.
In his work he demands perfection.
He is harder with himself.
In this, there is no exception.
He constantly walks my forest
and monitors it as his own.
a friend and a forester-
thirty one years has come and gone.
We have made some blunders .
Burning has gone out of control.
The blunders we made in the past,
friends laugh when they are told.
He is very fond of rattlesnakes?
He gently moves them out of the way.
I keep it a secret when I kill one.
He would just ruin my day.
So come join us when we burn.
We fall in holes, can't move in the vines,
smoke gets in our eyes and breath.
Look as we beat a flame that crosses the line.
I have a very special friend.
In his work he demands perfection.
He is harder with himself.
In this, there is no exception.
He constantly walks my forest
and monitors it as his own.
a friend and a forester-
thirty one years has come and gone.
We have made some blunders .
Burning has gone out of control.
The blunders we made in the past,
friends laugh when they are told.
He is very fond of rattlesnakes?
He gently moves them out of the way.
I keep it a secret when I kill one.
He would just ruin my day.
So come join us when we burn.
We fall in holes, can't move in the vines,
smoke gets in our eyes and breath.
Look as we beat a flame that crosses the line.
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