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Deer Season

No snowstorm down south Just moaning, sighing wet wind That shivers my soul

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/16/2014 9:27:00 AM

Love this one. Had not seen it before!!

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 2/6/2010 5:21:00 PM

very very good you're getting to be a real high coo coo ;p light & love

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/22/2010 1:38:00 PM

What south are you in? I am in GA

Nicole Sharon Brown

Date: 1/22/2010 5:09:00 AM

My dad would like this one he loves to hunt. I enjoyed reading it as well, it reminds me of everyone in North Louisiana missing school for the first day of deer season!

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 1/18/2010 9:36:00 AM

Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart with us today in your poetry Tim. Wishing you a wonderful week full of inspiration. Love, Carol

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 1/17/2010 6:46:00 PM

yep, my son has been disappointed!!

James Fraser

Date: 1/17/2010 2:47:00 PM

Nice Haiku Tim, deer are just delightful animals >> James

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/17/2010 11:39:00 AM

Deer hunting in the wee morning hours is a cold sport in which to participate.Very descriptive write in this wee Haiku. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/17/2010 11:15:00 AM

Into each life, a little "sighing wet wind" must fall, Tim. But enough already, Mother Nature! The South has already set records and I'm ready for some brighter days. No fishing this weekend...or deer hunting, my dear! Love you, Carolyn