A HILL VAGABOND.

[nastygunz]

A HILL VAGABOND
Snakin' wood down the mount'ins,
Fishin' the little streams;
Smokin' my pipe in the twilight,
An' dreamin' over old dreams;

Breathin' the breath o' the cool snows,
Sniffin' the scent o' the pine;
Watchin' the hurryin' river,
An' hearin' the coyotes whine.

This is life in the mount'ins,
Summer an' winter an' fall,
Up to the rainy springtime,
When the birds begin to call.

Then I fix my rod and tackle,
I read, I smoke an' I sing.
Glad like the birds to be livin'—
Livin' the life of a king!
—Louise Paley in The Saturday Evening Post.

[FinsnFur]

Yah, what he said