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The Lone Trail – A Bushcraft Poem
March 22nd, 2009 | 
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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it,
Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit.
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-by;
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die.
The Men That Don’t Fit In – A Bushcraft Poem
There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
The Wilderness Ninja Kitlist – Poem
I’m travelling light this weekend,
The forest won’t know that i’m here,
My knowledge is light as a feather,
And my Bushcraft is ‘without peer’.
I’m carrying just the essentials,
Woods for Burning – A Bushcraft Poem
Logs to burn! Logs to burn!
Logs to save the coal a turn!
Here’s a word to make you wise
When you hear the woodsman’s cries.
Beech wood fires burn bright and clear.
Hornbeam blazes too.
Fire Starting – Bushcraft Poem
“First a curl of Birch bark as dry as it kin be.
Then some twigs of soft-wood, dead, but on the tree.
Last o’ all some Pine knots to make the kittle foam.
An’ that’s a fire to make you think you’re settin’ right at home.”
The Quitter – Bushcraft Poem
When you’re lost in the wild and scared as a child.
And death looks you bang in the eye.
And you sore as a boil. It’s according to Hoyle.
To cock your revolver… and die.
But the code of the man says, “Fight all you can”.
And self dissolution is bared.
In hunger and woe, oh it’s easy to blow.
It’s the hell served for breakfast that’s hard.