The Trail to Winning (for my brother)

Through the years we've stuck together,                                                                                             peas of a pod, birds of a feather.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Two and four we drew our guns,                                                                                                            met our goat, and had some fun.                                                                                                                                                           Three and five you left me                                                        behind                                                                                                                                                                        to read some and do your time.                                                                                                                                                                                 A young buck still beginning you started the trail of scouting and winning.                                       Nine and eleven brought your first deer.                                                                                                                                                         So excited you were it almost brought tears.                                                                                                                                                               At thirteen and fifteen we toed the line, a running start we couldn't decline.                                                                                                                                              Beside me stood an Eagle now, a hansome lad of few.                                                                                                                                                                    I smiled for all to see, how proud i was of you.                                                                                                                                                            A year later you were driving, hitting the targets at which you were striving.                                                                                                                                                       At fifteen and seventeen we had a good chase. our ram and boar were good to taste.                                                                                                                                                                God smiled down on us  as we joined his ranks at last.                                                               Angels threw us parties, and blessed our hands they clasped.                                                                                                                                                       Today starts a new beginning,                                                                                                             a chapter, a verse, a trail to winning.                                                                                                So dream to your fullest, and fly if you might,                                                                                      You're eighteen today. Enjoy the flight.

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