I'm the last frontier the last stop before the end of civilization, in a great valley plentiful with wild life and fresh water rivers flowing down from the mountains as far as the eye can see.
The lone ranger, the one protecting the wild from the people and the people from the wild, serving the animal kingdom with all the rime and reason in the world.
The loan wolf howling lonesomely on the tops of a hill in the crisp early morning for the pack that once left him behind.
Standing there I am the last frontier.
© A. McNair Toronto 2012
1 comment:
Right on man... I think we're all our own last frontier. Everyone just has find their place and make the their stand. We are with others sometimes on something but in the end were all alone
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