There is s the autumn razored winds .
In autumn there are moments of
Treasured with family and friends
Like hunting pheasants as they fly
Over the cornfield's steepled sky .
As we hunt this early afternoon ,
The trees are swaying in the razored winds .
the silos are across the road .
I see the fertile field of hay .
What can I say !
There is so much to see
And so much to share !
Like the pheasant I just mist
As it just flew by .
The moment we just treasured
On our family hunt just today !
By Brock
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