Pheasant Season

All year, on our crops, Pheasant will Dine,,,, Delicious, Broasted, and served with Wine.

Pheasant Season
By Arley Steinhour 102215

The clouds are dark, rain softly falls,
Soaking the ground, as the season calls,
The wheat has sprouted, and is the time,
To set the root, for winters, 'Stooling' clime.

Wheat grain, from the latest harvest,
Fills the bins, leaving knee high forest,
Stubble, left standing, gives the bird,
Grain, and protection, health, assured.

Population, this season, up Eighty Five Percent,
Worthy of hunting, but, to weather, relent,
They, who've never eaten Wild Bird,
Are missing the best of life, assured.

The speed, and flight of this colorful quarry,
Gives plenty of thoughts, for a 'Hunting Story,'
Of that day, you hunted, like Daniel Boone,
And Tales you'll tell, in a Fire lit Room.

AMEN