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The day broke clear and cool The voices of ten thousand geese Filled the air with anything but silence Three men and a young boy Sat patiently among the weeds of And waited patiently for the moment to arrive When the geese would rise And struggle to survive another day on the prairie. The younger sat more patiently than expected And wondered the arrival of a flock Not trained in the evasion of one less skilled than he Though he struggled with the force within At last it exploded And with a furry unknown to those around. His gun spat fire and the BB's Rained upon the prairie Rained death to those too young To remember the terror of the fields And the fate that befriends All who pause to acknowledge her Call across the flat lands. He had risen too quickly And the flock banked sharply to his right. Into the sights of one soon to be his "Dad". Death came swiftly to one Another dipped his wings Refused to surrender his spirit - Perished in the marshlands. Swiftly he secured "his kill" Dragging the still body to his hiding place. Told his grandpa with pride And excitement how true had been his aim. Reserved the best 'till school convened Embellished the truth somewhat As men are prone to do sometime. A bond was forming between those guys A union unlikely in its making Uncertain in its duration. Something to fill the voids within each Yielding the courage to face another day Perhaps more In a world unsure of its direction Smaller now than when my feet First touched her surface Perhaps less kind One day the BB gun will become A real weapon And the younger man will tell his own Of the time on the prairie When his aim was true And three men taught him things They did not know Bonded in the process. Birth Life Death To have watched a little one walk In your steps Struggle with their length And understand the essence of your spirit Makes the middle part (life) worth living. |
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