Climbed high... looked far
A massive Manzanita drenched in rain...
Somehow I was reminded of Geronimo... a man that had just had enough.
The Mexicans gave him that name when he came to kill those that murdered his family. They couldn't kill him with guns even when he was reduced to a knife... It was said his spirit was so strong no bullet could kill him... and it was true.
I... am Geronimo
Kent