Don's Little Place
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High up in the Cimmeron
Where the jack pine meet the sky
Stands a cabin in a meadow
That money can not buy.
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It's lease acquired with sweat and toil
And many a loyal year.
No neighbors for miles around
Just cattle, elk, deer.
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A spot of ground
He shares with the wild and the free
His gardener is Mother Earth
She grooms each flower, rock and tree.
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A tree for Tad and Mom and Dad
Mark the corners of this plot.
Planted in quiet reverence
On this-Don's little lot.
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No permits, no surveys
Sealed with just a shake.
Those who are invited here
Should only memories take.
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by Ranger Bill