Hunting is now such a controversial topic. Its either people 100% disagree, 100% agree, or could honestly care less. I, however, agree with hunting. I love the watching the excitement rise from people from the preparation, scouting, and the final hunt. It’s all so common to me. My dad has hunted for as long as I can remember; I guess someone could say I was raised in the sticks. But, I can’t call myself a hunter, because I’ve only went squirrel hunting a couple times and I was too loud and never killed anything. I can see hunting in my future one day though, especially with a bow. Not so much a gun; they scare me. The pulling back of the string, release on my wrist, finger on the trigger ready to pull. It’s all such a rush to me.
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Save that picture in your memory
go back to that chilly night
remember the blanket of stars over your head
Save his words in your memory
go back to them
play them in your head over and over
disect each word
Remember the look in his eyes
on that 23rd night of April
they were blue as they’ve ever been
Remember the feeling of your first hug as an official couple
remember the amount of comfort you felt
remember the feeling of stress lifting off your shoulders
Someone is falling in love. Her actions and emotions show it. A smile never leaves her face and she refuses to let a tear run down her cheek. Her days are now so bright and cheerful, never having a dull moment. She finally found the missing piece to her life long puzzle, someone who makes each day worth waking up to.
Someone is falling in love and throughout the process she has learned to forgive and forget, but most of all she has learned to never regret.
When I was young in Whitman Creek
The alley was my limits, and my bike was my way of freedom.
Tag you’re it and hide-n-seek were my ultimate thrills and watching cartoons with dad on Saturday mornings made my week.
When I was young in Whitman Creek
hunting, fishing, and fourwheeler riding were common activities, and the mountains were my security.
When I was young in Whitman Creek
I found out what was important in life. The mountains made me who I am today.
Summer day is…
A lawn mower
Freshly cut grass
A grill
Filled with slightly burned hot dogs
Flames dancing all around
A wind chime
Playing soft melodies
Blowing in the warm breeze
The blossomed flowers
Heavy with pollen
Creating a heavenly scent
In the pool
Waves crashing
My float rocking hysterically
Waspers ambushing
Hovering over mom’s shoulders
Buzzing by her ears
The roar of four-wheelers
Clinging to the asphalt
Kelli Akers
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