The following poem was written by myself and a high school friend for a project in English at some point in high school. Although it is several days past Christmas, I wanted to share it with you.
Twas the Night Before Opening Day
Twas the night before opening day
and all through the woods
The deer were doing all they could.
The hunters were getting ready for dawn
In hopes that they’d kill a big buck but not a fawn.
The guns were all loaded with bullets galore
And some lay on the table and even the floor.
With dad in his orange and I in my cap
We had just settled down for a long deer-dreaming nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter
I ran fro my bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open a window and flew up the sash.
What I saw before me was not real clear
But I thought out of amazement it looked like a deer.
I ran to the closet to get my big gun
I knew I was fixin’ to have a whole lotta fun!!
Away I ran out of my room, down the stairs,
And into, what I think, was a broom.
I opened the door and walked out into the snow
And I shuttered with cold from my head to my toe.
I suddenly remembered I’d forgotten my light
When a 12-point buck came running at me through the night!!
I was scared so stiff that I couldn’t shoot
When a little elf came from behind the deer’s hoof.
He had a little black mustache and a tiny little gun
And he laughed as he fired it like he was havin’ some fun!!
“Don’t be scared now, just shoot, shoot shoot!” he cried.
And he laughed in spite of me when my gun never fired.
As the deer ran away I cried to myself
And the little elf was beside himself.
I hadn’t shot at the biggest deer I’d ever seen,
But at least I got to see it
Even if it was only for a little bit.
*The events depicted in this poem on based on true events.
Still gettin’ over my trigger anxiety,
MacKenzie
MacKenzie M Davidson 