BUCK FEVER

The following is a poem by my sister Grace which was given to me on my 21st birthday. She must know quite a bit about me, and obviously has poetic talent.

Buck Fever

You wake up when your alarm is binging,

Only to find it is the telephone ringing.

But out of bed you get anyway,

'Cause who would sleep this exciting day.

You forget your boots and go in your socks,

And don't even notice till you walk on the rocks.

You drive down the road toward the rising sun,

And don't even remember to grab your gun.

So back in the house you quickly go

And return with your gun - not going slow.

You turn out the light and head out the door

Only to find it is snowing galore.

"Ah, this will be great," you sarcastically say.

But why would you wait for a better day?

You climb in your car and get to the spot,

And then later realize you have to go pot.

You get so excited when you see a small buck,

You don't even remember your day started with bad luck.

You fire at random and wait to see it die,

But the unlucky animal flees into the sky.

But all's well that ends well, for when you come back

You are bringing home a huge buck in a sack.

So brother you know don't get to full of glee

When only a small buck or nothing you see.

Graybee Jayn

(Grace)

And so concludes this ingenious poem from a 11-year-old girl who just brought home her first turkey.