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.......
Oh this is so very intriguing....but i like the way you connect, Cindy :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
sounds like fun sister!!
ReplyDeletethis 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...
ReplyDeleteInteresting and intriguing poem...shooting at the bucket and missed?
ReplyDeleteI 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:)
ReplyDeleteI like this one. :)
ReplyDeleteI love my little redneck Momma! :)
ReplyDeleteNow I do understand why I didn't understand the poem. Shooting here isn't an everyday- or every-man-experience.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
Definitly... not a miss. _m
ReplyDeleteVery well written.. liked it:))
ReplyDeleteTake care