Glen Hope, PA USA
(Most of this was written about 4 or 5 years ago, I just completed it...my sincere appologies to Clement Clarke Moore for my poetic license on this one)
‘Twas The Night Before Buck Season
‘Twas the night before buck season, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The hunting gear was hung on the clothesline with care,
In hopes that by morning of scents it’d be bare.
My sons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of trophy racks danced in their heads;
And dad in his shorts, and I in my gown,
Had just gotten in bed and had just settled down-
When in the next room there arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter.
I opened the door and ran dawn the hall
Tore open my boys door and gave them a call.
The beam of the flashlight shone down with a glow,
On the pile of florescent orange below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But my own two boys dressed in hunting gear.
Their little old faces were filled with such cheer
I knew in a moment that dawn must be near!
Faster than eagles they gathered their gear,
And the whispered their orders in each others ears,
“You get the guns, I’ll get the rope,”
“We have enough shells?” “Oh boy, I sure hope!”
Out through the door and down the hall,
They ran to our bedroom and gave dad a call.
As dry leaves before a wild hurricane fly,
He flew out of bed with that look in his eye.
I knew by noon, they’d be a hungry bunch,
So I went down the stairs to fix them some lunch.
Then in a twinkling I heard someone fall,
And cursing and swearing coming from out in the hall;
I came from the kitchen and was turning around
When down the stairs my husband came with a bound.
He was dressed all in thermal clear up to his head,
He looked like he needed to still be in bed.
A bundle of clothes he had flung on his back
And he looked like a hobo carrying a sack.
His eyes were all bloodshot, his face was all hairy;
What a sight he was, it was rather quite scary.
His mouth was open all wide in a yawn,
But I knew he had only an hour before dawn.
I poured him some coffee in hopes that he’d wake
And I couldn’t help but wonder how many cups it would take.
Half asleep like he was, he looked like an elf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
He gave me a wink, then picked up his cup
Stretched out his arms, then he got up
He spoke not a word, just gathered his gear
Loaded the pick up, like he hadn’t a care
To the boys gave a yell and pilled them all in
It was finally time for their hunt to begin
I smiled and shouted, as they drove away
“HAPPY HUNTING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD DAY”
This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends. ~Eurpides
[This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (edited 10-17-1999).]