Natural Gait Poem
The natural gait is calling our names
Tonight I will dream of the roaring flames,
I dream of bald eagles soaring above
Outside with my buddies, brotherly love
I dream of steaks and morels
And horses in their corrals
I dream of deer breaking the morning fog
And Josie jumping through dead leaves and logs
I dream of the yellow river we sail through
We paddle along in a yellow canoe
Here we come, to the gait
Wisconsin friends, do not be late.
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