Hunting Weather Poem by Mary Austin

Hunting Weather

Rating: 5.0


W HEN misty, misty mornings come,
When wild geese low are flying,
And down along the reedy marsh
The mallard drakes are crying;
When cattle leave the highest hills,
And blackbirds flock together --
By all these signs the hunter knows
Has come good hunting weather.

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Susan Williams 22 November 2015

Another visual feast for the reader- the lady knows her hunting season well

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