The Deer Hunter

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The Deer Hunter

Post by norman » Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:27 am

The Deer Hunter

He enters the woods
At the break of dawn
silently sneaking through
With nothing but a gun

Once he was a soldier
That fought for this land
Now, the government wants to
Take the guns from every hand

He does not hunt for trophies
He has a family to feed
Not like so many others
That hunt because of greed

He just hunts enough
To help his family get by
And soon he hears a yip
From a distant coyotes cry

As he stands and listens
He hears the snap of brush
Something is coming his way
And his heart begins to rush

His gun is now ready
A small buck comes sneaking by
He aims, and slowly pulls the trigger
The buck drops with hardly a sigh

He stands there at a distance
And reloads his chamber
The buck never moves
And now comes the labor

Dragging it out to the truck
Then skinning and cutting it up
Grinding burger, and making jerky
Can soon wear down a frisky pup

Some think it's all easy
Until they make their first kill
Then to have to process it themselves
It can tear at all the thrill


written 12/6/2014 by Norman Hale Jr.
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A GENIOUS
TO SOME WE SEEM LIKE A FOOL
BUT OUR WORDS OF POETRY
IS JUST OUR EXPESSION TOOL

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