Okay.... So I won't lie.... We are hunters in my family. And I'm not ashamed of it:-D My Dad hunts, my brother hunts, my sister Allison hunts... I used to hunt too. But after a few years I decided I couldn't. I can NOT kill...
Are any of you uncomfortable with hunting? I just need you to say the word and I won't say any more about hunting.
Well.... My dad and brother are going Elk hunting. They left today for a week long trip... Sadness... I miss them already. They are about two hours away from where we live, but still, I miss them...
Standing by the window,
Watching them pack their things,
Holding back tears for after they go,
I give my brother a hug,
And my daddy a kiss,
I stand on the porch waving goodbye,
I look at the trail of dust in the air,
Where the car quickly disapreared down the drive,
Getting out my guitar and playing it softly,
I let the tears fall then wipe them off,
I stand up to face the day,
The missing of two family members stands out way to clear,
My brother my friend,
And my father, protecter,
I pray for them to safely return.