Three rung rescue
John Clare Stokes
In a despair of cutting palmetto and prickling briar
The old hunters weary body began to tire
Pressing in upon his every side
The denizens hot upon his trail, he cried
When in the thick tangle, his end appearing
A tree of life with three rungs appeared
Down below as the snarling tusks circled snorting
High above the old hunter safely snoring.
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