Rest for no Man

As wind blows a drift

I lay in the wake

Waiting for the moment

The moment for end

The moment for feast

 

With the barrel a point

I hold my breath

With the sound of thunder

It finally end

Leaving its meat

 

Feilld dressed in all

The family will eat it all

Out of the freezing cold

Without a smile smirk

I take my leave and head back to work

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