Here Come the Deer
HERE COME THE DEER.
i sit in my stand so patient and verry still.
when the wind blows it hits my body and gives me a chill.
i hear the leafs russel and the falling twigs snap.
i look and i wait for them to fall right into my trap.
i cant help but think how great this feels
i just cant explain it to anyone other than its unreal.
the sound grows closer but nothing in sight.
i look out my scope but with no sun there is no light.
i wait even longer now and thats just fine.
i am waiting for that big buck , the wone with the two drop tines.
here comes this huge white tail so i take a deap breath of air.
i staead my aim for this might be my only chance this year.
i ask god to help steady my aim.
if i miss this one only myself can i blame.
i draw the sight close to my my eye.
for if this deer isnt shot all will say i tell a lie.
i pull the triger and hope for the best.
how im so happy now i have a deer hunting story to tell all the rest.
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