Response to Papa G "Ride with me?"
I rode with you, oh yes, when the sun was setting
behind the Shenendowa Mountains
I rode with you, when tears of loneliness was your
only accompaniment,
I rode with you dear Papa, when Wolf sings His song of the hunt, and
together we go there.
In silent stillness lay, the flame of these memories are burning in my
chest,
Yet I will not forget you, when the day ends and you drag your weary
bones to your steel sheltered hide
I will not forget you, of your stories and music of the old ways Papa,
I will not forget...
For you the Bard will for always keep them near me, near us
Even when the fire burns down low,
We shall still see.
Ride safely in your journey Papa, ride strong
Grandfather Wolf is still by your side...
"Grywolf"
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