Saturday, August 26, 2023

que son valley poem plus...

it was different back then
hunting squirrels and crows with my 4.10
roaming the woods and the fields
hunting for fun not for a meal
yep , different then
crossing the streams and the glens
not much of a kick from that 4:10
back when the woods were your friend
had nothing to fear but the game warden
cause a hunting license I hadn't bought'n
different then
and when I came home and went out back
went a quarter mile and thought I'd be attacked
killed a squirrel who'd just had kits
called myself a dumb shit
hung up the gun and never went again
yep , things were sure different back then
back before I hunted men
and when I was hunted by them.

 I get 2 birthdays every year

one is drawing near
for if not for one I'd never have another
Hats off to my brothers
those who I hope celebrate
we who evaded fate
fought the demon escaped its wrath
still walk the path
So here's to all of you
I'll say a prayer as I add another candle to
a day, a date, a place, a time
when I began this life of mine.

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