October 2017

Putting Food On The Table – Upland Game

  circa 1978                           An homage to my hunting dog, Maisy. She was a delightful companion,                                              a great friend, and a hunting dog par excellence.                                             If we failed to get our limit, she was never at fault.                    The Gun Dog Naught equals the tang of autumn air      Ere winter’s wind sets the leaves asail Urging the gun dog with joyful ploy      To seek the quarry, the wily quail.   Pursuing the search with tireless zest      With vibrant tail, a staccato beat Running gracefully with rhythmic style      Scenting…

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