Terry Mar


A Christmas Hunt - Poem by Terry Mar

Me and ol' Bubba
on a late December hunt
Bubba's a man of few words
but he sure can grunt

The snow was fallin
a winter moon so bright
All the stars seemed special
as they sparkled that night

It was about midnight
we couldn't believe our eyes
A herd of flyin deer
seemed to fill the skies

I shot and I shot
how Bubbas gun did fire
But those flyin deer
just went higher and higher

Bubba looked at me
as I rubbed my aimin eye
It was then we both said
aint no deer that can fly

That was pert near
twelve years ago
Every late December
we still track through the snow

But not for huntin
we just go to see
Those flyin deer
ol' Bubba and me


Terry M

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012



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