Real Men

In the heart of the wilderness, Under the vast sky. There's a tale of the real men, And how they live and why. Not in the shadows of cabins that others' hands Have wrought. But in the spaces wide and free, Their own sweat has bought. Real men carve their own paths, With nature as their guide. Building dreams with their own hands, In the open wide. They don't settle for the small, Or what's been made before. For real men seek horizons, and always thirst for More. Through the forest, over mountains, Beneath the stars so bright. Real men find their solace in challenge of the Fight. Not content with easy comfort, Or living someone's plan. They shape their world with vigor, As only true men can. Real men carve their own paths, With nature as their guide. Building dreams with their own hands, In the open wide. They don't dwell in borrowed shelters, Or rest in shaded ease. For real men conquer elements, Like captains seize the seas. When the fires glow, and casting shadows tall. Real men tell their stories, transcending one and All. With courage, strength, and building in lands Where eagles call. For in the making of their domain, They find the greatest haul. So here's to the real men, With axes sharp and true. Who don't live in small cabins, That other men construe. With hearts as vast as oceans, And spirits bold and free. They build their lives in open lands, For all the world to see.