HUNTING FOR SENIORS
Another frosty morning, and my hunter's up at five;
The bed is warm and cozy; I barely feel alive,
So Mama keeps her eyes closed, not ready to wake up,
While Papa's out there stirring the coffee in his cup.
Been doing this so many years, he's good at being quiet;
He slips down to the basement without a sound - (You try it!)
He dresses for adventure, all ready for his prey;
The crossbow on his shoulder, six arrows tucked away.
A thermos in his left hand, a hot seat in his right,
My camo-clad old hunter treads softly thru the night.
His tree stand's waiting in the woods, unnoticed by the deer;
If they watched him clamber up, their hearts would pound with fear.
He settles down, my archer, at peace with all God's world,
And contemplates with wonder as daylight is unfurled.
This may not be the morning a big buck comes his way,
But he is fit and feisty for a senior's hunting day!
They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:31
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Not with a rifle nor bow and arrow.
They are too stately and too majestic
I never met a man with those qualities.
David
Do you know that your title could be read two ways? As one example: Young Russian women can be found on the Internet "Hunting for Seniors."
Ron