The darkness pours from the skies onto an old porch.
The men from a day's hunting gathered in,
playing cards and singing old tunes - long forgotten.
Guns on the racks for the night,
Dirty hunting clothing is already being washed,
and ready for the next day of their leisure.
Laughing and cheering could be heard miles away,
The sound of life filling the centuries old forest.
Local old farmers smiling at the modern huntsmen,
The sounds reminded them of the good old days.
Author notes
i wrote this for my outdoor ed project in my outdoor ed class.
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