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A question to view
My fair nurse --
To see stunning yellows and whites of popples and birches while the woodcock lays low --
With mouth agape, the mottled dogwoods along Appalachia's spring ridges weave in and out of sight, as the gobbler bellows --
An ivory peak glowing among the Rockies' reds as the pack horse nimbly steps us down from our mountain elk conquest --
The stiff fall breeze numbing our faces as we stand on wait inside a bronze wall of corn stalks and silks to catch the whitetail buck napping --
And to this you say, "I'm not into hunting"?
To see stunning yellows and whites of popples and birches while the woodcock lays low --
With mouth agape, the mottled dogwoods along Appalachia's spring ridges weave in and out of sight, as the gobbler bellows --
An ivory peak glowing among the Rockies' reds as the pack horse nimbly steps us down from our mountain elk conquest --
The stiff fall breeze numbing our faces as we stand on wait inside a bronze wall of corn stalks and silks to catch the whitetail buck napping --
And to this you say, "I'm not into hunting"?
posted by Mac Arnold at
2:11 AM
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