The rest of the deer from that stage in time,
On that far away, rolling ranch,
Have now ceased to be, dying by
Cottonwood, outcrop, or a Dead Horse branch.
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One buck from that era of western time,
A non-typical one that fall,
Still “lives” on, in a sense you’d say.
Majestically, he hangs on my den wall.
– eab, Sep. ‘08
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