My Dearest Deer
My Dearest Deer
Jared Gonzales
As I anxiously await the draw result
I find myself watching the mail everyday
I continually remind myself, I am a young adult
I can barely contain myself day after day
I practice and practice my aim and release
I am hoping and praying the draw goes my way
I continue to practice my aim and release
The months of March, April and May
YES! YES! Today is the day!
I hold the letter in my hand!
Please, please I pray the draw went my way!
Boy Oh Boy I have been awaiting this day!
YES! YES! The draw went my way!
I hold in my hand the tag for the year
I continually practice my aim and release
I anxiously start gathering all of my gear
Boy Oh Boy this is the year, I harvest my very first deer!
September, September it is actually here!
The sounds of the wild is all I can hear
I enjoy every moment I am spending out here
I hunt and I hunt day after day
The last day has come and the last day has gone
I wasn’t lucky enough to harvest the deer
My dearest Deer maybe next Year!
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