Dear Father

Dear father, dear father
I hope that this letter finds you well
It’s your son Johnny out in B.C.
And the last couple month’s have been hell
The road is frozen over and I haven’t left the shack for days
Guess it don’t matter all that much now cause my old truck don’t run anyways
Sarah hiked outta here I didn’t say a word I just watched her pack
It’s just me and all the dogs now and Dad I don’t think she’s ever coming back
Ain’t nothing happening at the sawmill gotta wait out the snow before we get
back to work
In a few weeks they say we’ll be hauling logs again that is if we all don’t
starve first
For I’m getting mighty tired of eating nothing the dogs look at me but there
ain’t one thing I can do
If it weren’t for all your letters I don’t think I’d make it to see this winter
through