Hunter's thoughts - as i get older
When I see "hills" that are from 8,000 to 11,500 feet high, and hear the elk bulls bugling on a crisp fall morning, through the mist of a mountain meadow, in Sept, with the hills covered in gold from the Aspens - I know I'm home; San Juan Mts, n New New Mexico, s Colorado; Pagosa Springs, Chama, Durango.
When I die I'm getting on a horse, headng up the hill, to the sound of saddle leather squeaking, and the wind sighing in the trees, the smell of horse sweat and pines, and the feel of the wind on my face, I'll look for a big white pine tree, sit down with my back to it, and sing my death song - a Psalm to God.
Then the kids will kick me into a ravine and cover me with rock, and eventually a pine tree will grow right out of my stomach.
That's my kind of reincarnation. I call it recycling, because my soul will be "born again", as a spirit, in Heaven, with Yahweh, forever.
May God bless you aand yours, Amen
T.R.
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