They Live in Honour

He roams the valleys of the harsh land,

Dressed in the skins of previous hunts,

Long blonde hair blowing in the wind,

Eyes searching the landscape to his front.

**

He grins at the sight of a fair young maiden,

As she saunters the track to the far west,

Bow strung across her back as she warily stalks,

The prey that they’ll dine on at their best.

**

He creeps within her shadow, carefully watching,

As she notches an arrow and lets it fly,

Her aim is true and it whistles through the air,

Hitting the beast’s heart as it lets out a cry.

**

He hits the ground running towards her catch,

And wrestles the great beast to the ground,

They’ll eat well tonight, dining in glory,

She’ll be honoured at the feast for what she found.

**

Once dressed and ready for the searing flames,

The meat is laid upon the bare coals,

He turns to face her and wraps her in his arms,

Before she reaches for the vegetables to fills their bowls.

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With tummies sated they sing and dance,

Blessing the animal that gives them strength,

And as the moon rises high above them,

They lay their bedding and love at length.

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Hours later they curl into each other,

To sleep and dream of the simplicity of life,

She honours her husband with a strong boy child,

And he lavishes his love upon his wife.

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They live in the wilderness with their own set of rules,

Both aware they are perfectly blessed,

They share the love of the land and the beasts that roam,

Faithfully trusting their lives to Mother Nature’s warm breast.

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