Come join me in the fire's glow,
We'll speak of days gone by;
When men were free and buckskin clad,
And eagles ruled the sky.

We'll speak of Boone and Wetzel,
Of long guns made by hand;
We'll speak of long, lost liberty,
Though few will understand.

We'll share a tale of the "Logan Elm,"
We'll dream of beaver prime;
Together we'll relive the past,
If only for a time.

For we are of a different breed,
Our hearts long for the past;
When honor was a precious thing,
And life moved not so fast.

Come join me in the fire's glow,
We'll dream of a virgin land;
For awhile soar with the hawk,
And in Kenton's shadow stand.

                      T. H. Talcott