The Wooden Gun

I just want to go hunting in my van .

I will take my gun and go up north .

Where my dad and I and my uncles 

Would hunt for less than an hour .

I will just sit and cry tomorrow .

I will see all the pheasants 

In my memory .

Dad made me a wooden gun 

When I was small .

I never missed a pheasant 

With that gun .

We all would stop at the store 

And I would get a big Nutt Goody and pop .

I would listen to all the guys talk 

As the pheasants would fly by the outside door .

We had our limit of birds .

Oh the memory of my wooden gun 

And dad and my uncles and dad's friends .

                                              I Love You All

                                              By Brock

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