Ok …..Lets try this poem Wrote in back in the nineties but misplaced it for fifteen or so years ………………..….THE SNIPE HUNTER…………………… It didnt take much looking As he stood at the bunkhouse door With all them city store bought clothes He was dude right to the core He said hed come from Ottawa Heard tell this was the place And perhaps we could help him out so he could save some face Said hed told his friends and colleagues In a fancy meeting hall He was headed west to hunt the Snipe and mount one on the wall We never even blinked an eye Just asked what we could do To help him on his snipe hunt before southbound they all flew He says well Heres the problem When I flew out from the east All my luggage and my rifle Instead of westbound they went east So could he beg or borrow a horse and all the gear and a rifle, but a goodun Hed get that garment never fear We lent him our best pony and a hand tooled saddle too and a rifle with a scope It was the least that we could do We got an extra blanket and a flashlight that worked right Making sure he understood Snipes were only out at night We found the dude a canteen and with whiskey for him filled and sent him out to spend the night on a lonely windswept hill When he rode off in the sunset I thought we all would die We laughed and whooped and hollered as the tears fell from our eyes I wish we hadnt done it sent him out there in the night Cause he stole our horse and saddle I guess we were the snipe written by Noel Burles
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 18:39:22 +0000
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