Here are your golden autumn fields;

Your amber sunsets;

Your ice blue sky;

Your white frost dawn.

 

Here are your foot-worn path;

Your deep mud marsh;

Your thick bent rush;

Your fallen branch.

 

Here your Teal streak;

Your Woodies dive;

Your Mallard cup.

 

Here your wings beat;

Your duck calls bark;

Your first shots ring.

 

Here your wings fold;

Your prey fall.

 

Here you leap;

You grasp.

 

Here you hold forever your fallen treasure;

And, here, you are forever free.