I trudge alone,
Far deep in the wilderness,
Ventured for a game or two,
Loitering deep in the wild,
Amazed at the awesome beauty of Mother Nature,
Feeling light at heart and the mind,
Scanning for a place safe and secured,
For the night.
As I settle down,
Lighting the fire to simmer my recipe.
Done with eatables,
I lay down for the night over freshly laid leaves and rug,
Keeping alongside my constant companions,
The rifle and faithful dog.
Morning descended bringing the excitement of what lay ahead,
Alongside drew a fine horse led by a native,
The ride through the countryside was enchanting,
Recording my memoirs,
A lifetime lived in those freshly unfolding events,
Of mingling with the tribesmen,
Learning through their culture and traditions,
Following their daily routine,
Feeling as one of them.
It seemed out of the world,
Not known and far from the modern living,
Time appeared to move in slow motion.
Everything seemed to happen with a purpose,
Making me humble,
Looking at the simplicity of their routine and habits,
I find a purpose and place in all the events and occurring,
As if scheduled to ink a place,
Among these simple human beings,
I visualised myself,
Old part of their clan.
As I put my feet among them,
Dancing to the tunes of their traditional rhythm,
Around the bonfire,
I seemed to relate with their story,
I appeared to have lived a fresh life.
That’s the outdoor I cherish and live,
Constantly educating and growing,
Through real life experiences,
Not available through traditional systems.