Hunter’s across the bay
under a darkened moon
early winter morning
shotgun blasts ring out
sounding an alarm as if
a warning follow the creed
believe in unity from here
to eternity let freedom
ring the truth shall set
you free sure as the crow
flies or the cock crows
when betrayed birds fall
From cold steel skies all
along the south shore where
we were born in time beyond
Tennyson’s line past horizons
of eternity carrying us back
to the place we belong to find
all that remains the blessed
and the cursed all that’s
heaven sent forever and a
day, amen and amen, oh
the wonder of it all
under a hunter’s moon
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