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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