Posted by John Kuhn Bleimaier on November 11, 2007, 4:25 pm
LC OPENER by John Kuhn Bleimaier
Across the rolling Jerseys A drismy November day The broad sky above a thousand hues of gray And damp the the unmown hay.
But just as well And all the same For today's that holiday without a name; It's the opening day for all small game.
Uncase the noble LC Just as in years before And take on the happiest of chores Oil up her well worn bores.
For into the thickets we'll carry her From whence the woodcocks fly Through the golden corn stalk stubble to clamber by and by We'll be ready as the ringnecks thunder into the leaden sky.
But as the day well and truly wears on Those clouds, they break asunder And look you aloft with awe and even wonder As golden shafts of light come shining out from under.
Now when the day is gone and spent And twilight o'er spreads the earth It's time to unlatch the groaning old game pouch bursting girth And come to the fireside for the very best of fellowship and mirth.
What ever the huntsman's larder bounty be Whether the shot column did hit full force or miss He knows the fullness of the legend and the ever shining myth The joy that comes from carrying a gun by LC Smith.