THE HUNTER
by poewhit (Member) - published: February 13, 2008
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Being a boy of ten.
Owning a rifle to fend.
In the back yard plastic soldiers.
In the celler much bolder.
Down by the water to hunt.
My 22 with its marlin bunt.
Muskrats in the water did swim.
My aim was full of skins.
Back then it was all so blue.
A hunter with meat for stew.
Memories of those mighty days.
Makes one just want to say.

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JESUS SAVES

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The following comments are for "THE HUNTER"
by poewhit

Hunting
The cynic in me automatically thinks, "Jesus saves whom from what?" But that's the cynic in me. I should apologize for that...

The poetry fan thinks, "I like the simple way this poem is presented."

Reminiscing is my favorite hobby.

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: February 13, 2008 )

POEWHIT
That was me in early years. Though I think I was 12 when I bought the rife to hunt. BUT, I joined OMEGA GAMMA DELTA in H.S. and beer, cars, and the girls of course made me want to be like JOE NAMATH in those years. - FATE of GOD
Thank you for the interest. POETS are POETS

( Posted by: poewhit [Member] On: February 14, 2008 )

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