Monthly Archives: December 2014

Quail Hunting

Quail Hunting

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I remember those fun quail hunting trips with my brother,
We had so much fun hunting those quail with one another.
This poem just touches on some of my memories of those trips.
Describing the action we saw out hunting long before I was a crip. Continue reading

Our Family Traditions

 

Our Family Traditions

 

I don’t think I ever thanked my Mom and Dad for our traditions,
We carried them all with us to our family with much repetition.
So with this poem I do thank them and hope they remain in tact,
For future generations of our families, and that is a real fact

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