Monday, August 4, 2008


I want to live like a nomad,
I will fish for food.
If no fish,
I'll eat berries and leaves.

I will fish,
Like a man out for survival.
I will fish,
And grow thin in the winter.

This cave as my home,
The leaves are a blanket.
The rock is my pillow,
My wife is my heater.

I will survive another day,
I am a man out for survival.
Like my father before me,
And his father before him.

I will fish.