The Dollar Blind

What can you pay, to kill a duck a pheasant, for the moment's blind this archetype of sport confirm my inner being to remind! The song "somebody's mother" sign the docket, yet the pride's incline to jackets, road gear, orange hats and vests, the docket must be fine! My argument's not about food, know certain trail marks understood but wall to wall, the interlude of creatures carcasses exude! At just one truck stop, not intrude more now of colored waters good, the bubble up, the fast upgrade it's energy, that buys the trade! Is this our option to feel good the conquering of nature's spirit, I watch the ducks land on the lakes and colors glistening, revere it! It's hunting time, marching to glean what's left of nature, guns just hoard all life becoming beauties trade in flowers, berries, purple glades! Let these the seasons have their roll I nourish once more the encore the conservation in control wildlife to wander, their time o'er! Still places where the signs stand out "No Hunting", "Private" and the like, I know that even I'll be safe In Spring, or Summer, Autumn's hike! For that donation, to all else I take a moment, reconcile no gun wear waiting on my shelf just ornaments of creatures while! Would donate "Hope", the Dollar blind still hides the feelings I revile I guess I'll fast a turn and pray Turks, Pheasants, Geese to reconcile!