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Out on the Trail
While on the Appalachian trail
Out hiking in the wood
I accidently ventured close
to a Grouse’s brood.
The mother bird could not surmise
The path I’d choose to take.
She saw her family threatened
by some trouser wearing ape.
So with undaunted Courage,
She came running through the brush.
Had I been the great white hunter
She might have wound up as our lunch.
But I’m a lover, not a fighter
And I turned tail down the hill.
Had my laughing friends not called me back
I might be running still.
My advice to would be hikers-
Bring a slow friend as a spare-
He might just come in handy
should you run into a bear.
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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