Frontier
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Beaver, rabbit, coon, muskrat
Some for food
And some for your beautiful pelts
Beaver will buy me cornmeal
For my mush
So that I may sit near the fire
And be content
With my skins
When we first dropped our belongings
In the clearing in the forest
Mama said we'd die the first winter.
Papa had been a potter back in Wales.
He knew next to nothing about building.
But he chopped some trees
Everyone has their issues that keep them in the dark,But when you fight against them you can surely make your mark.Travel past your issues, onto a newly found frontier,Bring yourself together in a different atmosphere.
