A short poem

gundogsrus

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Fall has fell and winter is near, listen close… off in the distance a rooster cackle you will hear.
It’s that time again to ready in an early winter morn, to clean your shotgun, strap on your boots no matter how worn.
This is the year you have waited forever, the excitement of joining dad and uncles for his first hunt had your young son laying awake, to him seems like morning……. would come never.
The day has arrived in the cool morning air, dad and uncles make their usual bets; the biggest, the best, the most, but the most important…. the longest of tail.
These are some of the best memories of such a young boy, his school work will have to wait, his video games are no longer as fun, he is thinking only of…… the first mount of his gun.
The day is done, the young boy and his pup.. fast asleep. Mud on the tires, the adults reminisce of this day and allow this special moment to set in their minds…. and allow it to steep!
author: gundogsrus
 
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