Original poetry.

Pseu do Safari

Boulders rolling down the hill

Made a thunderous sound in the tent

By the time I had become aware

The bears had came and went

 

 

I reached for my gun but it wasn’t there

So instead I got my knife

I didn’t even know what was going on

And I was fearful for my life

 

 

When morning came the site was trashed

There were footprints on the ground

It’s good we got the food in the Jeep

Lucky it wasn’t fond

 

 

Well we hunted all day until before dusk

And my buddy got a deer

Fresh venison baby, you can’t beat that

We’ll be back again next year…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Todd A. Gettings

In the 20th Century

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