MEANDERING MOMENTS
Jan 01, 2020
1 minute
by Richard Hoeflinger
I first chased birds in `48
Though memory’s dim, seems hunts were great
Where once grew corn with tassels tall
The pheasants flew when it was Fall
Up and down between corn rowsGun held readyWhen least expected, … What the heck?Up jumps the bird with white-ringed neck
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