The season is upon us now With upcoming Fall. White Tail will run And ducks and geese fall. Men will hide on limbs suspended in the air, Watching turkeys pass With cold ,blank stares. Then the ice will freeze. And out will come the sticks, The ones with orange flags. While wives pack their lunches, In quart size plastic bags to cook on blazing fires Lit along the shore That cooks the fish and meat While warming hands and feet All huddle close, as. temperatures drop And all become as one with only one thought, "We are Berkshire men We will never change Never in a thought, word or age,
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Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
A tribute to my friends here in Berkshire who I hunted and ice fished with.. Some are gone now but those left are still on the move
Nothing wimpy about that. I love sitting by afire on a rainy cold day and reading a good book. I am an insatiable reader now and then also. Have more time for it now. Very relaxing. Thank you for your comment. Barbara
Comments (2)
Kathy
Nothing wimpy about that. I love sitting
by afire on a rainy cold day and reading a good book. I am an insatiable reader now and then also. Have more time for it now. Very relaxing. Thank you for your comment.
Barbara