Perfect

It doesn’t get any better than this –
there were once men where I now stand
who never saw such a day –
sun bright on high clouds, banners drifting, curling,
men who under gray skies and cold scrambled
over the drumlin rocks among the great bears,
no more alien to them than the badger
or the wolverine, men clawing
through the glacial water –
spearing the sharp-toothed muskellunge
and thinking – it doesn’t get any better than this. 
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