September 26, 2017
By Avery125 BRONZE, Viroqua, Wisconsin
Avery125 BRONZE, Viroqua, Wisconsin
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The first time I went hunting
It was a crisp, cool, early morning.
My dad came to wake me up and I got up instantly.
With every article of clothing I put on,
I began to take the shape of a pumpkin.
We went outside to load our guns
I felt the cool metal in my hands
As we walked to the barn I could hear the water under my feet
We walked for what felt like miles until we found a log to sit on for the rest of the day
We sat on the damp log for a short time when we heard something behind us.
Three doe, starring into our eyes.
They were big, and fat.
I got my gun up to my shoulder, and looked through the scope
I looked at my dad
Then back at the scope.
I took a deep breath and pulled the tiny trigger
We sat for a short while then decided to go see if we got her
We approached where she was standing
Then a little farther.
Then my dad looked at me with a proud face
He hugged me and pointed to her
I will never forget the look on his face or the feel of his warm embrace.

The author's comments:

I decided to write this poem since this moment is so important to me.

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