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A Pheasant In the Grass

I lie here in the prairie wind Covered by grass that has no end Just a pheasant seeking shelter From a world that's helter skelter 'Tis the season of guns and dogs And grown up men in camo togs I stay as still as I can lie In hopes the world will pass me by I hear a gun and words out loud Announce a kill in words so proud I see them turn the other way And I will live another day This land is mine, I know it well And men with dogs can burn in hell 2-1-2017

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Cona Adams

Date: 2/4/2017 2:05:00 PM

My husband's family, and my family as well, grew up very poor. If my dad and brother hadn't hunted during the winter, there would have been many day when our family would have had no food. But, to hunt for sport is not the same thing. Our families have always, and some members still do, hunted only for food.

Larry Bradfield
Date: 2/4/2017 2:13:00 PM

I understand!...the idea was to write a poem from the animals' view..not my own!I expect a pheasant looks at it about like I tried to describe.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/3/2017 6:23:00 PM

WOW, I love this, Larry. So good. I am faving it!!

Larry Bradfield
Date: 2/3/2017 10:27:00 PM

I am so flattered!! You have made my day and possibly my week..Thank you, Andrea