Student Works Poem
by Tyler T.
January 22, 2008
Its the perfect time of day.
The squirrel skampered through the Autumn leaves.
Its so cold you could see your foggy breath.
The trees were standing tall.
The 10 point buck stands 50 yards away.
He's walking through the winter wheat, walking tall.
The all the sudden he's standing at the right place,
BANG!......
I wait till the smoke haze drifts with the wind.
There he lies on the ground,
With the 10 point rack!
It was the perfect ending of a perfect day!
It was like a dream come true.
