These are Good Days for Hunting
So today is the first time in a while that this blog is being updated. I've had an idea in my head for a poem for the last few days so I'm gonna try write it now, I hope it turns out alright.
There has been a buzz in the air lately,
A word on the street, people have been getting excited.
I've heard the talk, and it seems to be getting louder,
It's doesn't seem to be a secret, the news seems to be out there.
It seems as though I've been hearing it for quite some time,
Now it seems everyones waiting,
They'll be talking and someone will say:
These are Good Days for Hunting.
It seems as much as everyone knows the phrase,
The facts still seem to be a mystery,
I've heard of stories like this before,
The ones that seem passed down from legend.
Everyone wants to know,
We're seeing it on the tv, Hearing it on the radio,
Even the newspaper healines read:
These are Good Days for Hunting.
Fathers spending time with their sons will tell them,
Sons will listen in wonder, enthralled by the tale,
Some don't want to hear and shun the very thought,
Others can't hear enough, they speculate and weave the tale.
As the story grows the whispers get louder,
People don't seem to be able to sit still these days,
Some have taken to running through the streets exclaiming:
THESE are Good Days for Hunting!
Years from now will we wonder about these days,
Or will they never end,
Is there some success to be gained here,
Some tale for the grand kids, one for the history books.
We all seem to be waiting for this moment,
Never considering that it might never come,
We clench our destiny in our fists, and we yell at the sky:
THESE ARE GOOD DAYS FOR HUNTING!
And this is chaos inside of me,
I'm sure I started this all,
They could see it in my eyes,
People could feel it.
I'm sure thats how it all began.
I've started something that was started long before me,
I just woke up one morning and confidently knew,
And because I knew, I just had to say it,
I had to make it real, I held my fist to my chest and said:
these are good days for hunting...
There has been a buzz in the air lately,
A word on the street, people have been getting excited.
I've heard the talk, and it seems to be getting louder,
It's doesn't seem to be a secret, the news seems to be out there.
It seems as though I've been hearing it for quite some time,
Now it seems everyones waiting,
They'll be talking and someone will say:
These are Good Days for Hunting.
It seems as much as everyone knows the phrase,
The facts still seem to be a mystery,
I've heard of stories like this before,
The ones that seem passed down from legend.
Everyone wants to know,
We're seeing it on the tv, Hearing it on the radio,
Even the newspaper healines read:
These are Good Days for Hunting.
Fathers spending time with their sons will tell them,
Sons will listen in wonder, enthralled by the tale,
Some don't want to hear and shun the very thought,
Others can't hear enough, they speculate and weave the tale.
As the story grows the whispers get louder,
People don't seem to be able to sit still these days,
Some have taken to running through the streets exclaiming:
THESE are Good Days for Hunting!
Years from now will we wonder about these days,
Or will they never end,
Is there some success to be gained here,
Some tale for the grand kids, one for the history books.
We all seem to be waiting for this moment,
Never considering that it might never come,
We clench our destiny in our fists, and we yell at the sky:
THESE ARE GOOD DAYS FOR HUNTING!
And this is chaos inside of me,
I'm sure I started this all,
They could see it in my eyes,
People could feel it.
I'm sure thats how it all began.
I've started something that was started long before me,
I just woke up one morning and confidently knew,
And because I knew, I just had to say it,
I had to make it real, I held my fist to my chest and said:
these are good days for hunting...
posted by NiCK 8) at 1:26 AM
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