Larry Bradfield Poet Couplet

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 February 4, 2017 at 2:05 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 February 4, 2017 at 2:13 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 February 3, 2017 at 6:23 PM WOW, I love this, Larry. So good. I am faving it!! Larry Bradfield February 3, 2017 at 10:27 PM I am so flattered!! You have made my day and possibly my week..Thank you, Andrea