As the wind blew my breath grew heave my vision was crisp like a early morning frost I pulled my bow to send a arrow on a flight was it low was it high dang I feel like venison tonight..
strong but true my arrow flew into the deer from a far.. woops I hit my car as the tire blew the shot was good now what am I gonna do.. no jack no spare now I burn my hair this hunting year is such a mess I guess I tried my best in to the dawn of day I must drag my deer with dismay heck there goes my day...
Fredrick McDonald
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunters-first-day/
