Poet pens ode to hunting season’s Opening Day
HUNTING -- On the even of hunting seasons opening for species such as black bear, archery deer, doves and forest grouse, a hunter cooled his jets by writing a poem. He just sent it to me, so here it is to help the rest of you pass the time until shooting hours arrive tomorrow morning.
Read on:
The heat is impossible
Cooling bills are high
Fires are raging.
It is darkest before the dawn,
It sure is Dark.
The page will turn,
It always does,
Just on this day.
This day? It is the day before Opening day.
It is the worst day of the year-why?
Because it is not tomorrow-Opening Day.
The dove are around
The cars will be packed,
The shells have been bought,
The guns have been cleaned
Ray’s, Cabela’s and the rest are tired,
Must be the time.
Opening day is the New Beginning.
The worst is over-the best starts at sunrise.
Football whistles are blowing
And tailgating is coming.
The Darkness is over
The sunrise is hear
Must be a shot I heard.
-Bob Howard, Dallas, Texas Aug 31, 2011