Hunter's story. Part II.

I feel like a soldier who returned homeI'll tell you my story. I want it be known.The battle was lost, but not the warI could have won - the luck of the draw.

Some minor wounds and major headachesShell-shocked and frostbitten. Is that what it takes?The price to win my personal war...I do not complain. Not anymore!

My major enemies were extremely bold:The rocks, the water, the air and coldIn the last battle, I must confessThe water and air have kicked my ass

I was overpowered, I could do dickensI felt like a trembling blind kittensThe rocks and cold so tried to hurt meBut in perseverance I have a degree

My two great helpers did not let me downFirst Mr.Wood, then Mr.BrownI knew them well, since my childhoodThey were my company, they did me good

You may not grock the stuff I say...Just mark in your calendar --> Independence Day.