06 - Marsh Run 1

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A waterfowl retriever's experience of a cold morning duck hunt - the icy water, the marks to remember, and the focused work of the fetch.

Lyrics

Verse 1
Dawn fog hangs; mud grips the bank.
Shots crack thin; wings beat the gray.
I mark two falls through morning fog.
You read the sky; I hold the points.
Feet leave the bank; cold takes the knees.
Chorus
Cold climbs my legs; I don’t slow.
Water pulls hard; I go straight.
The fetch is work; the rest is noise.
Mouth stays soft; lungs burn cold air.
Verse 2
Current slides slant; reeds rake the coat.
Mud sucks heels; deadfall snags ribs.
I hold three marks in a straight line.
First left in grass, second far right.
Third past the log where the scent bends.
I take the bend; I keep the head.
Chorus
Cold climbs my legs; I don’t slow.
Water pulls hard; I go straight.
The fetch is work; the rest is noise.
Mouth stays soft; lungs burn cold air.
Verse 3
Weight in my teeth, I breathe side-long.
Bank rises dark; I step and give.
Weight leaves my mouth; work sits quiet.

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