Hunters Moon


They will soon invade us it is a seasonal thing ........
Father’s Son’s Daughter’s and Mother’s ..........
they fill up hotel’s cabin’s come to life they’ll even camp.....
anywhere is fine ...... our northern bussiness’s adore them
they clog our roads but that’s just fine............
our woods will soon be full state wide.......
from Oct 1 straight threw November...........
they’ll fill our bar’s and resterants they’ll buy up apples and corn and sugar beets and carrots
to put in a clearing in hopes to tag that whitetailed deer............
go into the woods and deer blinds you will find up high in the trees and down low they are hiding......
soon they will be heading home with that trophy tied down .............
another season comes to an end ....... by the light of the Hunter’s Moon.......

written by vivian l burns ( full copywrites

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