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Youngbuck
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I was cleaning out my file today at school and came across this. I wrote it last year for a poem booklet we made. This use to be my turkey hunting summary 'till last year
Knock on wood.
"A Turkey Morning
Got up early one spring day.
It was chilly and early that Spring morn’.
Then we got into the truck.
I knew the day would not be borin’.
We drove for an hour and a half.
Though it was early I needn’t rest.
We arrived and got out .
We started into the woods, I was quiet, well my best.
We set up under a big ol’ tree.
Then dad started to call.
We waited for a response.
Then we heard it, thought it was small.
Then it got closer.
Gobbling all the way.
We listened for a while.
Then I thought “I hope I can make him pay.â€
As it got closer
The nerves kicked in.
I started to breathe harder.
Then the shakes started to begin.
Then the bird started to materialize.
I started to think “This is when he’ll pay.â€
I moved my gun to get a shot.
He saw me and guess what, I scared him away!"
"A Turkey Morning
Got up early one spring day.
It was chilly and early that Spring morn’.
Then we got into the truck.
I knew the day would not be borin’.
We drove for an hour and a half.
Though it was early I needn’t rest.
We arrived and got out .
We started into the woods, I was quiet, well my best.
We set up under a big ol’ tree.
Then dad started to call.
We waited for a response.
Then we heard it, thought it was small.
Then it got closer.
Gobbling all the way.
We listened for a while.
Then I thought “I hope I can make him pay.â€
As it got closer
The nerves kicked in.
I started to breathe harder.
Then the shakes started to begin.
Then the bird started to materialize.
I started to think “This is when he’ll pay.â€
I moved my gun to get a shot.
He saw me and guess what, I scared him away!"