The Gun

The Gun On the wall above the fire place, Grandpa’s rifle still sits. I take it down now and then to clean, but put it back every time. That is where it belongs. Grandpa shot deer and elk, He even shot a bear. But, that was not entirely on purpose. The city guy was very happy… to be alive. No more explanation, needs to be written, on that account. Grandma could out shoot him, Twice as far, and three times on Sunday afternoon. But she did not brag. She often used her own 22 at the window where she did the dishes… to pick off dinner from her post, ever in the kitchen… cooking. This was life, at my grandparent’s home. We were never afraid.