Long abandoned the works of man, hermit crawled out
Of a well worn bunker well hid after long drought.
More like bedraggled satyr in fur skin in light,
A coon skin cap and a pouch he surveyed the blight.
Determined in his flght, he pressed onward in quest.
Armed with a walking stick made of maple , he pressed
forth into the parched wilderness scourged by bronze sun.
Carrying deer pelts upon his ba...
