Blood Of The Hunter. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Before the plow, before the seed,
When Earth was wild, a hunter's creed.
Blood type O, a river old,
A story in your veins unfolds.

No fields of gold, no gentle herd,
Just open sky, a whispered word.
Strong limbs that ran, a watchful eye,
Beneath the moon, the stars on high.

From frozen lands to sunlit shore,
A heritage forevermore.
The Americas, a sacred space,
Where ancient roots find their embrace.

This blood, a gift, a wild design,
For strength and freedom, yours and mine.
Before the walls, before the town,
We walked with wolves, wore nature's crown.

So feel the pulse, the spirit deep,
A hunter's heart that will not sleep.
Blood of the wild, forever free,
The ancient song inside of thee.

T.M.Solvang