Redneck Poem by daniel wentz

Redneck



the brush of leaves stiring in the wind
like a tornado waiting to begin
birds flying over top
never knowng where they will stop
like as a battery to a koo-koo clock
the deer lay away
for they fear their hunter is near
but im just sittiig here
sipp'in my beer
watching as the day fades away

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