There we went, he and I
Cast against the autumn sky
All the hardwoods were bare
Winter hung about the air
Early November, time will soon reveal
The promised snow our bodies feel
He strolls ahead with gun in hand
We scan the fence and barren land
We're out for grouse and if we can
We'll have a couple for the roasting pan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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