Remembrance worktape

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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemus ... embranceOl’ Pete rented me that drafty hunting cabin in the pinesSaid for ten more an old pasture hoss’d take me to the timberlineBut with a rifle on my back and a rye flask on my hipI said no hoof has any business makin’ that steep a tripWell, my hiking boots snapped twigs and scattered winter haresSaw my breath float upward to the stars like a phantom’s prayerIt reminded me how prayers of men prey on God’s good graceSome face their sins and beg to be saved while some just save faceThere are days that last until the day you dieWith restless nightmares remaining haunted byRemembranceWell, the moon frequents these peaks monthly like an old friendSame as my shadow darkens the door of that shack once againBut unless this hill is a piece of himself he lost here long agoMe and the moon have different reasons for risking the rocks and snowMost hunters would’ve shot the buck licking frost on that porchBut I let him run hoping to redeem mistakes from years beforeAs I sipped my rye the wind snuck between the door and thresholdLike it wanted to wet its whistle and come in from the coldThere are days that last until the day you dieWith restless nightmares remaining haunted byRemembranceCome sun-up I walked to the pine with “Rusty” carved in the barkFive paces west is where I buried Rusty with a piece of my heartI was foolish to think that old brown hoss could make it up hereBut I was young and my chili pot hungered for moose and deerWith frosty tears on my face I whispered a prayer in the snowToasted Rusty with my flask and started for the town belowSomehow on the north wind I heard him winnie and neighAs darkness fell he hid behind the moon when I looked his wayThere are days that last until the day you dieWith restless nightmares remaining haunted byRemembrance©2007 Joe Harris/Robert George