Me, and my Brother hiking.

Me, and my Brother might find a turtle.

We'll just have some fun.


Me, and my Brother playing with our dog; 

two mighty men with a wolf, 

who drinks from the gulf.


Cool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother.


I fell down in a creek bed.

Brother wept.

In his face I met fear; 

that I could die right there.

But I climbed right out.


Now I've grown bold, and lonely.

I should have stayed with dear Brother at home, 

But we grew up old