Hunters, Old and Young
There is no joy to an old hunter's soul
greater than that he feels
when help he gives those young and bold
spreads to something real.
Little by little, he tells what he knows,
admires as it builds, and sees as it shows,
for day by day, as slowly it grows,
what is dimming in him begins to glow.
All that he's learned, at such a great cost,
and thought so soon would surely be lost,
that tells of the life he loves the most,
he sees now again, in a new host.
In each achievement of his young friend,
the old hunter finds fulfillment again,
reliving first joys once more for himself,
and feeling now things, long ago left.
His greatest delight now he does find
in the one young, just his own kind;
a new kindred spirit, in body and mind,
one who will treasure all he'll leave behind.
(Copyright 1994, Ed Ashby)
Welcome aboard Sam, glad to have you at the campfire.
Ed