onewithmanynames

September the forth, the forth of september, I'll ever remember the forth of september. Bright eyed and young, glued to the set, the croc song was sung, and that's when I met The man with the gapped smile, boots and tan shorts. with an accent to love and reptile cohorts. He taught me his lessons, to love and have seen flora and fauna and all inbetween. How I loved his stories, smiles and quirks, excursions to the wild where wildlife lurks. The world knew his name when I was grown. The hunter was famous, his legacy in stone. And I loved him still, as much as before. And when he'd smile, I'd love him even more. I'll never forget t