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I cross the canyon rims with ease,
I lay my track with care

I play among the pinion pine,

I shun the Prickly pear

I run through raging rivers,

I climb the highest peaks

I sit alone in summer rain,
I sit in washed out little creeks

I Challenge every weakness,

I've never gone untested

I can steal away your courage

I've never yet been bested

I live within the shadows

I sing my nightly songs

I was here before you settled

I'll be here when you're gone

R.L. Ron Brinegar 2001

Note: I felt Mr. Wolf's thoughts would be all about him, that is the reason
ever line begins with “I”