Outdoor Bliss
The ducks in the air flying in a V-shape.
The clouds overhead looks dark like rain,
The sunrise with its orange-red on the lake
The cattails whistling in the wind.
The snow-covered glisten in the sun
The ducks quacking to the other ducks it is time to go south
Father and sons are going camping together, it is going to snow
It is duck hunting season
The boys like to go swimming while the father is cooking.
The sunset brings on the colors of the sunrise
The clouds begin to form up as it is going to snow.
The cattails are still, the wind is quiet.
The crickets are chirping, the fire is dying
The campers are getting ready to go to sleep.
When we go hunting for food it may be ducks, deer or elk.
We freeze the meat, so we can have it all year long
We eat the meat in many ways.
Hunting for food is joyful but sometimes we can get
What we were hunting for.
Copyright © Kevin Mabey | Year Posted 2020
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