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
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Allowing You To See Inside Me
Thơ caThis is a book of my poetry, the title is exactly what it is this is me this is who i am my feelings, my life, this is my stories. Some of the poems comes with a short paragraph at the end to tell my readers what inspired my poem i truly hope yall d...
