Uncle Drew

Uncle Drew

"Train up a boy hunting

and you will never have to hunt the boy,"

my Uncle Drew always said.

I remember this fond memory

even though my uncle is dead.

Mark and Drew and the

springer pups

were always in the woods;

hunting deer, dove, or

rabbits, anything they could.

Drew gave Mark his first gun

when Mark was only five.

I think that deep inside the woods,

they both felt

so alive.

None of us quite grasped

the bond that seemed so strong.

Because we had never heard

the sound of the

wood's soft song.

The song of birds and breezes

and animals all around.

The woods, a place where silence

and nature's

music abound.

Drew trained his boy up hunting

just like he said one should.

He never had to hunt his boy,

and you can still find

Mark in the woods.