Saturday, October 17, 2009

Rutger 357 Magnum

On a beautiful fall day
There was a
Five Gallon Bucket
Filled with water
Sitting in front of a tree

My hands are steady
Looking at the red
Squeeze
1,2,3,4,5,6

On a beautiful fall day
Five Gallon Bucket
Filled with water
Sitting in front of a tree
A tree
with the bark missing in
1,2,3,4,5,6
places.......

10 comments:

  1. Oh this is so very intriguing....but i like the way you connect, Cindy :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. this is very exciting to figure out, came up with two possibilities: you're practising shooting or something to do with maple syrup...either way it sure flows charmingly...

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  3. Interesting and intriguing poem...shooting at the bucket and missed?

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  4. I have been wanting to learn how to shoot. My hubby bought me a pistol. We took a bucket and part of a feeder and propped against a tree. Now I have never shot a pistol in my life. So it took a little bit. I did shoot the bucket up and the feeder that surrounded it , I hit 7 out of 12 shots, the bucket i hit round 8 out of 12 shots. I also hit the tree and the ground in front of it. This was a poem for fun. It was a beautiful day. BTW, I want to learn to shoot for a hobby. I have no intention on killing anything:)

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  5. I love my little redneck Momma! :)

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  6. Now I do understand why I didn't understand the poem. Shooting here isn't an everyday- or every-man-experience.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  7. Very well written.. liked it:))

    Take care

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