The Deer Hunter Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr
The Deer Hunter
The Deer Hunter
I grab my gun and to the woods. Thinking today will be fun.
I stand next to a tree not to pee.Just as I see a bear coming towards me.
I drop my gun and start to run.
As I hear my gun go bang. I look to see the bear on the run.
But on the ground under a tree I see. A deer just for me.
So I take my deer and have another beer.
Thinking deer meat for me tonight
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