Goddess of the woodland glen
I would thank you once again
For the great tenacity
With which these years you've hunted me
Since early days spent as a child
I felt the calling of the Wild
Though had not thought nor rhyme nor word
To know it was your voice I heard
As Tarzan, Crockett, Daniel Boone
I hunted lion, bear, and coon
Never guessing in my play
That it was me who was the prey
Now grown I walk the wildwood
In guise of modern Robin Hood
Grateful that the hunt is done
And that you've claimed me as your son
Lady, speaking as your game,
Hear me as I praise your name
And bless my Argent Archer's art
By which your arrow found my heart.
I would thank you once again
For the great tenacity
With which these years you've hunted me
Since early days spent as a child
I felt the calling of the Wild
Though had not thought nor rhyme nor word
To know it was your voice I heard
As Tarzan, Crockett, Daniel Boone
I hunted lion, bear, and coon
Never guessing in my play
That it was me who was the prey
Now grown I walk the wildwood
In guise of modern Robin Hood
Grateful that the hunt is done
And that you've claimed me as your son
Lady, speaking as your game,
Hear me as I praise your name
And bless my Argent Archer's art
By which your arrow found my heart.
~September 6, 2009
