photo essay
page 3
Sharing the harvest with fine friends
Dawn in the blind...The marsh keeps
me young and the dark flooded timber lightens my days
and there are moments in which I
shall live forever
Set wings over decoys
the ballet of ducks and guns
the comrades of my heart's pursuit
For as long as the ducks take wing
on their Winter's flight
I will have Spring in my soul
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